Free Sea Swept by Nora Roberts

with the sex life.”
    Cam tucked away the urge for another beer and settled on iced tea as Seth stepped into the kitchen. The boy scanned the room, his nose twitching at the scent of spicy chicken, but he didn’t dive into the bucket as he would have liked to.
    “What’s the deal?” he demanded and tucked his hands in his pockets while his stomach yearned.
    “Family meeting,” Cam announced. “With food. Sit.” He took a chair himself as Ethan put the freshly buzzed fries on the table. “Sit,” Cam repeated when Seth stayed where he was. “If you’re not hungry you can just listen.”
    “I could eat.” Seth sauntered over to the table, slid into a chair. “It’s got to be better than the crud you’ve been trying to pass off as food.”
    “You know,” Ethan said in his mild drawl before Cam could snarl, “seems to me I’d be grateful if somebody tried to put together a hot meal for me from time to time. Even if it was crud.” With his eyes on Seth, Ethan tipped down the bucket, contemplated his choices. “Especially if that somebody was doing the best he could.”
    Because it was Ethan, Seth flushed, squirmed, then shrugged as he plucked out a fat breast. “Nobody asked him to cook.”
    “All the more reason. Might work better if you took turns.”
    “He doesn’t think I can do anything.” Seth sneered over at Cam. “So I don’t.”
    “You know, it’s tempting to toss this little fish back into the pond.” Cam dumped salt on his fries and struggled to hold onto a simmering temper. “I could be in Aruba this time tomorrow.”
    “So go.” Seth’s eyes flashed up, full of anger and defiance. “Go wherever the hell you want as long as it’s out of my face. I don’t need you.”
    “Smart-mouthed little brat. I’ve had it.” Cam had a long reach and used it now to shoot a hand across the tableand pluck Seth out of his chair. Even as Phillip opened his mouth to protest, Ethan shook his head.
    “You think I’ve enjoyed spending the last two weeks baby-sitting some snot-nosed monster with a piss-poor attitude? I’ve put my life on hold to deal with you.”
    “Big deal.” Seth had turned sheet-white and was ready for the blow he was sure would come. But he wouldn’t back down. “All you do is run around collecting trophies and screwing women. Go back where you came from and keep doing it. I don’t give a shit.”
    Cam watched the edges of his own vision turn red. Fury and frustration hissed in his blood like a snake primed to strike.
    He saw his father’s hands at the end of his arms. Not Ray’s, but the man who had used those hands on him with such casual violence throughout his childhood. Before he did something unforgivable, he dropped Seth back into his chair. His voice was quiet now, and the room vibrated with his control.
    “If you think I’m staying for you, you’re wrong. I’m staying for Ray. Have you got any idea where the system will toss you if one of us decides you’re not worth the trouble?”
    Foster homes, Seth thought. Strangers. Or worse, her . Because his legs were trembling badly, he locked his feet around the legs of his chair. “You don’t care what they do with me.”
    “That’s just one more thing you’re wrong about,” Cam said evenly. “You don’t want to be grateful, fine. I don’t want your goddamn gratitude. But you’ll start showing some respect, and you’ll start showing it now. It’s not just me who’s going to be hounding your sorry ass, pal. It’s the three of us.”
    Cam sat down again, waited for his composure to solidify. “The social worker who was here today—Spinelli, Anna Spinelli—has some concerns about the environment.”
    “What’s wrong with the environment?” Ethan wantedto know. The nasty little altercation had cleared the air, he decided. Now they could get to the details. “It’s a good, solid house, a nice area. School’s good, crime’s low.”
    “I got the impression I’m the environment. At the moment,