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Cut Scene 5
This is my last cut scene for the tour (although I’ll eventually have all these and maybe a few others up on my website). It’s a continuation of the Seth and Nate crabbing scene.
I love crabbing. I love being in the boat, and hauling in the traps and then sorting the crabs. I even love cooking them, afterward. I’m one of those people who kills the crabs just before cooking them, so no, it’s not the boiling-them-alive thing I love. It’s that I caught them, prepped them and I’m about to eat them. And eating them is amazing. Give me fresh Dungeness crab over lobster any day. It’s one of my very favorite foods in the world.
Plus it always seems appropriate to drink champagne while dining on crab, and I love champagne almost as much as shellfish.
When I wrote this scene for Seth and Nate, I put all my favorite parts of crabbing into it. I like to think they had as good a time as I usually do.
Once they were in the tiny cove that Larson’s had been coming to for generations, the water was smoother and Nate’s coloring started to return to normal. He even began to enjoy himself, at least Seth thought he did.
An hour later, watching Nate haul up a crab trap, hand-over-hand on the rope while the wind played hell with his hair, it hit Seth. This is probably what love feels like. Being in love.
I’m in love with Nate Albano.
He nearly ass-planted on the deck, but he locked his knees and kept from going down. Some detached part inside him marveled at the spot in his heart that was now designated as belonging to Nate, poking gingerly at it, because it was still tender and young, like a new shoot in the spring.
Nothing changed outside of him, though—Nate was still bringing in the crabs and the sea was still gently rolling under their boat and the sky was still partly cloudy. The wind bit at them and the air was swirling with salty humidity. A beam of sun broke through and picked out Nate, like a spotlight on a stage, gilding the bones in his face.
How the hell did he—Seth—get this lucky? Things like this, like Nate, didn’t happen to him. He was the guy who lived over his grandmother’s garage and met his extended family’s demands. The guy no one ever took seriously.
Maybe not anymore.
“Uh . . .” Nate’s voice brought Seth back to reality. He’d gotten the trap on deck (how had Seth missed that?) and was standing over the black cage teeming with crabs. Pointy-ended legs and claws were sticking out from between the wires all over it, waving wildly. “What am I doing here, again?”
“Sorry.” Seth laughed, because Nate was so cute with that befuddled wrinkle between his brows. “Let me show you.” He bent to peel off a mammoth purple starfish that had anchored itself on one of the corners of the trap and tossed it overboard, then pulled on his gloves. Nate already wore the pair Seth had brought for him.
Working his hand into one of the swinging doors, Seth grasped the body of the closest one. “‘Kay, see this guy? All the ones that are red like him are rock crabs, so we can throw them back—oh, unless you want to try one?” He flipped it over. Male, and big enough. “They aren’t nearly as tasty, but still good.”
Nate shrugged. “I don’t know, do I want to?”
“Nah, save your appetite for the Dungeness, they’re amazing.”
They wrangled out and sorted through the crabs, Nate immediately grasped the difference between males and females. Females all went back overboard with the rock crabs. Seth gave Nate the comparatively simple job of measuring the males and throwing back any that were too small while he rebaited the mesh bag in the middle of the cage.
“Man, there are a lot. Do you always get this many?”
“Often.” Lifting the cage he hefted himself and it upright. “Like I said, you never tell anyone about this spot. It’s a Larson family secret.”
“I’m honored.” Nate grinned, all the interest and excitement Seth had only thought he saw earlier definitely there this time. There was something about the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he was really happy that was impossible to miss. Once you knew what to look for.
“You better be.” Using the discuss-style throw he’d been taught as a child, Seth flung the trap back in the water and watched the rope play out as it sank, making sure it didn’t tangle in anything or drag something along with it.
“Yep, I’m honored.” Nate made a show of looking at the shoreline, which they were closer to than Seth had originally planned. “And I have no fucking clue where we are. This is the Pacific, right?”
“Ha!” Peeling off one glove, he stepped closer and wrapped one arm around Nate’s waist. “How many did we end up with?”
“Um . . .” Nate peered into the bucket and stabbed the air repeatedly, counting. “Only six. There had to be twenty in there.”
Seth kissed his jawline, maybe trying to erase the look of disappointment. Or maybe because he wanted to. “Once you throw back the wrong kind, the females, and the small ones you’re lucky to have any keepers. I’ve had days were I’ve dropped traps in a dozen times and not gotten a single one I could take home. Six is good. At this rate, we’ll be done when we haul it up one more time.” Twelve was their daily limit, six for each of them.
Of course, just the ones they already had were more than enough, but Seth wanted more time on the water with Nate. As long as Nate wasn’t hating it like he had been earlier. The color in his cheeks was high, though, so he was probably getting chapped skin. Seth and lotion for that. He’d be happy to rub it all over later.
“What?” Nate squinted at him.
“I was just standing here looking at you, wasn’t I?”
Nate’s warm hand landed on the back of his neck, massaging it. “Still are.”
So what? “I like watching you.”
“Mmm.” Nate didn’t make a move, in spite of looking happy enough to stand there, rubbing Seth’s muscles and smiling at him.
About For a Good Time, Call…
Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
Now available from Riptide Publishing. http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/for-a-good-time-call
About Bluewater Bay
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.
Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.
This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landingmedia empire.
Check out Bluewater Bay! http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/universe/bluewater-bay
About Anne Tenino
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
Connect with Anne:
- Website: annetenino.com
- Twitter: @AnneTenino
- Facebook: facebook.com//Anne-Tenino-Author
- Goodreads: goodreads.com/annetenino
About E.J. Russell
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
Connect with E.J.:
- Website: ejrussell.com
- Blog: ejrussell.com/bloggery/
- Facebook: www.facebook.com/E.J.Russell.author
- Twitter: twitter.com/ej_russell
- Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/ejrussell/
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