Ethan asked, confused. He shot a questioning glance at Tucker, but his poker face gave away nothing. Redirecting his gaze back to Quinn, Ethan accepted the man’s warm, callused hand and shook. “Painting.” Quinn flashed the smile that had stolen Ethan’s heart long ago. Ethan released Quinn’s hold. “You always were a vague one. I mean—” “I know what you meant.” Quinn straightened his spine and crossed his tanned arms over his muscular chest. “I’m staying here.” “Where?” Ethan was lost. Completely lost. It was probably due to the lack of blood in his brain. Apparently, another part of his anatomy decided it needed the blood more. “Here.” Quinn raised a sun-bleached eyebrow. “We’re going to be roomies?” Ethan knew he was blinking like a mental patient in need of some strong meds, but that was all his body could manage at the moment. “Son, are you all right?” Tucker leaned in. “You’re looking a little…” “Psycho?” Quinn finished, a sly smile sliding over his sexy lips.
