crab boat.”
“He was until Chaz took the Sea Wolf off to Kodiak. Those big boats have to work all year around to help pay for themselves. Treat usually takes the boat to Kodiak, but he didn’t this year. Want to know why?” The gleam in her eyes said there was no way Seana was going to stop her. “ You’re keeping him here. Isn’t that romantic?”
So much so that Seana didn’t know what to do about it. But something had to be done, and sooner rather than later.
Treat returned to the Miss Julie II later that afternoon and found a note tucked into the cabin’s doorframe. It was a simple white piece of paper that looked ripped from a notepad.
My turn to cook for you, 7:00 tonight, Reel Dreamin’ ,
Seana
A grin spilt his face, and his chest swelled with anticipation. It had been a long week giving Seana time. Best trait of a fisherman was patience. He hoped that was about to pay off, because staying away from her was killing him.
He glanced at his watch. He had to hurry if he was to shower and shave and be there on time. Forget shaving, it might make him look like he was trying too hard. Then again, maybe he should shave so she knew he was serious about her? Oh hell.
No, don’t shave. She’d said something about liking his rough look. He didn’t think he’d been this nervous over a date in a long time, if not ever. Should he bring something? Flowers, chocolate? Right, where was he going to get either of those this late?
Wine. He had wine. He could bring that. Maybe he should have a few glasses to relax before he showed?
If he didn’t get a move on and get in the shower, he’d be late. No way in hell was he going to be late. He’d waited this long to see her, he didn’t want to wait one minute more.
Chapter Seventeen
Seana checked her hair again. This was ridiculous. She hadn’t paid this much attention to her appearance since…well, maybe college? She couldn’t remember. She’d left her hair down, and it swung around her shoulders in a dark wave. Her makeup was heavier than usual. She’d done it all, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. And now she was rethinking everything. It was too much. She looked ready for a night on the town rather than a quiet dinner in. She grabbed a tissue to wipe it off when there was a knock on the cabin door.
Oh no, he was here. Now what should she do?
Open the damn door.
She dropped the tissue and smoothed down her fitted blue sweater over her jeans. She hadn’t dressed up too much, so that was good, but she’d added earrings and perfume. Ugh. She felt too exposed without her uniform.
Tonight she was just a woman. Not the Deputy Chief. Aaron was on call, more than happy to take the night for her when Mina told him that Seana was cooking dinner for Treat. It would take a lot of getting used to the way everyone in town knew her business.
She opened the door and her breath caught. She had to swallow in order to speak. Treat was dressed similar to her, in jeans and a cable knit sweater in a soft, dark, mossy green. He looked like an Irish seaman in his XtraTufs, which he slipped out of when he entered the cabin.
“Something sure smells delicious.” His voice created goosebumps on her arms.
“I cooked halibut,” she said, wishing her voice wasn’t so breathless.
“I wasn’t talking about the food, though it does smell tasty in here.” He looked at her with such longing that her heart lodged itself in her throat. He held out a bottle of wine when the silence stretched. “I brought some wine.”
“Good idea.” She stared at him. “No, bad idea.”
“Do you have something against wine?”
“No? Why would you think that?”
“Last time I suggested wine, you said no too.”
“That was because…I needed to think then. Need to think now.” She threw her hands up in the air and then let them drop in frustration. “I can’t think around you.”
Treat set the bottle on the counter. “You think too much.” He took her by the shoulders,
“He was until Chaz took the Sea Wolf off to Kodiak. Those big boats have to work all year around to help pay for themselves. Treat usually takes the boat to Kodiak, but he didn’t this year. Want to know why?” The gleam in her eyes said there was no way Seana was going to stop her. “ You’re keeping him here. Isn’t that romantic?”
So much so that Seana didn’t know what to do about it. But something had to be done, and sooner rather than later.
Treat returned to the Miss Julie II later that afternoon and found a note tucked into the cabin’s doorframe. It was a simple white piece of paper that looked ripped from a notepad.
My turn to cook for you, 7:00 tonight, Reel Dreamin’ ,
Seana
A grin spilt his face, and his chest swelled with anticipation. It had been a long week giving Seana time. Best trait of a fisherman was patience. He hoped that was about to pay off, because staying away from her was killing him.
He glanced at his watch. He had to hurry if he was to shower and shave and be there on time. Forget shaving, it might make him look like he was trying too hard. Then again, maybe he should shave so she knew he was serious about her? Oh hell.
No, don’t shave. She’d said something about liking his rough look. He didn’t think he’d been this nervous over a date in a long time, if not ever. Should he bring something? Flowers, chocolate? Right, where was he going to get either of those this late?
Wine. He had wine. He could bring that. Maybe he should have a few glasses to relax before he showed?
If he didn’t get a move on and get in the shower, he’d be late. No way in hell was he going to be late. He’d waited this long to see her, he didn’t want to wait one minute more.
Chapter Seventeen
Seana checked her hair again. This was ridiculous. She hadn’t paid this much attention to her appearance since…well, maybe college? She couldn’t remember. She’d left her hair down, and it swung around her shoulders in a dark wave. Her makeup was heavier than usual. She’d done it all, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. And now she was rethinking everything. It was too much. She looked ready for a night on the town rather than a quiet dinner in. She grabbed a tissue to wipe it off when there was a knock on the cabin door.
Oh no, he was here. Now what should she do?
Open the damn door.
She dropped the tissue and smoothed down her fitted blue sweater over her jeans. She hadn’t dressed up too much, so that was good, but she’d added earrings and perfume. Ugh. She felt too exposed without her uniform.
Tonight she was just a woman. Not the Deputy Chief. Aaron was on call, more than happy to take the night for her when Mina told him that Seana was cooking dinner for Treat. It would take a lot of getting used to the way everyone in town knew her business.
She opened the door and her breath caught. She had to swallow in order to speak. Treat was dressed similar to her, in jeans and a cable knit sweater in a soft, dark, mossy green. He looked like an Irish seaman in his XtraTufs, which he slipped out of when he entered the cabin.
“Something sure smells delicious.” His voice created goosebumps on her arms.
“I cooked halibut,” she said, wishing her voice wasn’t so breathless.
“I wasn’t talking about the food, though it does smell tasty in here.” He looked at her with such longing that her heart lodged itself in her throat. He held out a bottle of wine when the silence stretched. “I brought some wine.”
“Good idea.” She stared at him. “No, bad idea.”
“Do you have something against wine?”
“No? Why would you think that?”
“Last time I suggested wine, you said no too.”
“That was because…I needed to think then. Need to think now.” She threw her hands up in the air and then let them drop in frustration. “I can’t think around you.”
Treat set the bottle on the counter. “You think too much.” He took her by the shoulders,
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