Or maybe that was just him thinking about it.
A lot.
All the time.
Then her gaze drifted south. Way south. Past any good parts to his scarred-up leg, and Tanner didn’t miss the flash of horror and pity.
And damn if he didn’t wish he’d worn jeans.
Troy’s expression didn’t hold much but teenage pissiness. Not a surprise. All Tanner had to do was breathe and he irritated the kid.
He’d told himself that was the way of things. It was the rite of passage for a teenager to resent the hell out of his dad.
Tanner certainly had, sight unseen.
Sam and Cole greeted Callie warmly and Tanner met Troy’s gaze. “How’s it going? You get the floors belowdecks too?”
“Not yet,” Troy said.
“I distracted him,” Callie said, and smiled at Troy. “Sharp kid. He’s interested in helping me handle Lucille and her antics, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course.”
“That’s nice of you to help,” Cole said to Troy.
“That’s me,” Troy said with more than a hint of irony. “Nice. A real chip off the old block.”
Sam barked a quick laugh and reached out and snagged Troy with an arm around the neck, giving him a noogie. “Watch your mouth, kid. Your dad’s dunked me for less.”
“Dunked?” Troy asked.
Sam gestured to the water.
Troy looked over the edge of the boat at the dark, choppy water. “You’d get hypothermia today.”
“Nah,” Sam said. “He almost always rescues you in time.”
Troy looked at Tanner. “He’s kidding, right?”
“Nope,” Cole broke in with a straight face. “You know he was a SEAL, yeah? If he doesn’t get to you in time it’s because he didn’t want to.”
Troy gulped audibly.
Cole grinned at Tanner. “We’ll meet you at the hut.”
And with that, Cole and Sam left the dock.
Tanner looked at Callie. He would’ve liked to pull her in close and see if she’d melt against him like she had yesterday, but they had a young, impressionable audience watching them with avid curiosity.
And then there was the fact that Tanner had walked away from what he and Callie had started. Which made him an idiot. “I need to unload these provisions,” he said, and gestured to the bags in his hands.
“Don’t mind me,” she said. “I was just out for a walk. I’m headed back to do more work.”
Tanner was standing in the boat’s galley putting things away when he heard the voices.
“Just neighbors, huh?” Troy said.
“Yep,” Callie replied, emphasis on the “p” sound.
“You didn’t look at him like you were just neighbors,” Troy said. “And you stared at his leg.”
“I hadn’t seen his scar before,” Callie said.
“He got it in a fire on the oil rigs,” Troy told her. “He nearly died.”
There was no sullenness in the boy’s voice, Tanner noted. No negativity at all, in fact.
“I’m glad he’s not still working out there,” Callie said.
“I’m not sure he can,” Troy said. “You’ve seen him limp.”
Tanner winced but it was fact. He limped. He probably always would. Realizing he was straining to eavesdrop, he attempted to ignore them and unloaded the bags.
“His limp isn’t that noticeable,” Callie said. “And the Tanner I know wouldn’t let anything stop him from doing what he wanted to do—” She broke off at the sound of a text coming through. There was a beat of silence and then she snorted.
“What?” Troy asked.
“It’s my work, from a bride. She says: My shoes are at least a shade off from my dress—exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point. The wedding’s going to be ruined!” Callie sighed. “My poor, overwrought, overly emotional bride.”
“You’ve got brides texting you?” Troy asked.
“It’s my job to deal with them,” she said. “I don’t know why I do it.”
“Why do you?”
“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “We all do things we don’t necessarily want to do.”
“Yeah,” Troy said, sounding mopey. “Like mopping a boat. But you’re a grown-up. You get to do whatever you want.”
Callie laughed. “That’s so not true. There are consequences to everything, you must know that. And responsibilities, which only grow as you get older. We all end up doing things that we don’t always want to.”
“Like?” Troy asked.
“Like your dad didn’t necessarily want to be out there on the rigs.”