Nathaniel said between his teeth.
It would have
stopped right there, if that was what she wanted. Staying with me was her choice.
I'm not going to see her hurt again. You might look at her and see an available woman, but she's my sister.
I'm in love with your sister.
Nathaniel snapped his head around when the bridge door opened.
Ready to cast off, Captain.
Cast off.
He cursed under his breath as he stalked to the wheel.
Sloan stood back while he gave orders and piloted the boat into the bay.
You want to run that by me again?
Have you got a problem with plain English?
Nathaniel tossed back.
I'm in love
with her. Damn it.
Well, now.
More than a little taken aback, Sloan sat on the bench closest to the helm.
He wanted to think that one through. After all, Megan had barely met the man. Then again, he remembered, he'd fallen for Amanda in little more time than it took her to snap his head off. If he'd been able to choose a man for his sister, it might have been someone very much like Nathaniel Fury.
Have you told her that?
Sloan asked, his tone considerably less belligerent.
Go to hell.
Haven't,
he decided, and braced his booted foot on his knee.
Does she feel the
same way about you?
She will.
Nathaniel set his teeth.
She needs time to work it out, that's all.
Is that what she said?
That's what I say.
Nathaniel ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
Look, O'Riley,
either mind your own damn business or take a punch at me. I've had enough.
Sloan's smile spread slow and easy.
Crazy about her, aren't you?
Nathaniel merely grunted and started out to sea.
What about Kevin?
Sloan studied Nathaniel's profile as he probed.
Some might
have a problem taking on another man's son.
Kevin's Megan's son.
His eyes flashed to Sloan's, burned.
He'll be mine.
Sloan waited a moment until he was sure.
So, you're going to take on the whole package.
That's right.
Nathaniel pulled out a cigar, lit it.
You got a problem with that?
Can't say as I do.