Forever Flint. Barbara Boswell

wasn’t accusing you of being a couch potato,” Ashlinn murmured to Flint. “Honest.”

      “I know,” he replied, his voice equally low.

      Not that it mattered, because the four warriors in the back weren’t interested in the conversation going on in the front. They’d already launched into an eager discussion about the challenges of hunting for game in assorted trouble spots.

      “Just for the record, I prefer contemporary times,” continued Flint. “I’ll take one of the Paradise Outdoors water-tight tents instead of a lean-to made out of sticks and mud any day.”

      “A cell phone over smoke signals,” added Ashlinn.

      Flint nodded. “A pair of Paradise Outdoors woodsman boots with Durotech socks rather than moccasins.”

      “Paradise Outdoors power-zoom binoculars instead of squinting.” She shrugged apologetically. “I’m running out of examples, that was the best I could do.”

      “There are countless examples,” enthused Flint. “Let’s start with this GPS automotive navigator sold by Paradise Outdoors.”

      He pointed to the electronic geopositional satellite unit mounted on the dash. “The unit has built-in maps of highways and major metro streets in the United States and most of Canada and Mexico, and also includes rivers and lakes. It continuously tracks and uses up to twelve satellites for precise operations.”

      Ashlinn was impressed. “That makes a compass seem obsolete”

      “Although Paradise Outdoors does sell a wide range of fine compasses,” Flint added quickly, never one to disparage any merchandise sold by his company.

      “Maybe for nostalgia buffs?” teased Ashlinn. “How’s that for a marketing hook?”

      “Pretty bad, but I’ve heard worse,” said Flint.

      “Surely not from Skatm’ Sam Carmody, marketing genius?” Ashlinn suggested

      “Why are you so down on Carmody?” Flint asked. “Actually, I’d like to bring him into the family, convince him to try his luck with Eva ”

      “Sam Carmody and Eva?” quizzed Ashlinn

      Flint nodded his approval. “Carmody and Eva would be good together The company would get to keep a stellar marketing talent in the family and—er—”

      “Yes, ‘and—er,’” Ashlinn mocked. “Paradise Outdoors would get to keep Carmody, but how would Eva benefit? What does she get out of such a setup?”

      “Eva has stock in the company. What’s good for Paradise Outdoors is good for every member of the Paradise family?” suggested Flint. “A fairly weak argument, I’ll grant you that.”

      “I should mention that family fix-ups and all the expectations that go with them usually bomb big time,” Ashlinn warned. “I’m speaking from personal experience.”

      “Your family has tried to fix you up a lot?” Flint realized he was scowling. His gut began to churn when he also realized how much he absolutely hated the thought of her dating a lot of different men, family setups or not. He hated the thought of her dating any man.

      His breath caught in his throat. Good Lord, he couldn’t be jealous, not him. Flint Paradise had never succumbed to sexual jealousy in his life. And to feel jealous of the unnamed, unknown men who’d been set up with Ashlinn. . .that was foolish beyond reason. And he was infinitely reasonable, never foolish. He could only be relieved that she appeared to be completely unaware of his inner turmoil.

      “Finding a match for me was turning into a regular Carey family project,” Ashlinn replied, and heaved a groan. “But I finally had to lay down the law and tell them no more match-making, especially after the last guy.”

      “Bad?” asked Flint. He knew he sounded too hopeful and hoped she hadn’t noticed.

      She hadn’t.

      “Bad doesn’t begin to cover it. Try ‘unendurable’ I have my sister Courtney to thank for inflicting her brother-in-law Nathaniel Tremaine on me.” Ashlinn shuddered at the memory.