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Just Right

By Vivian Vincent

CHAPTER ONE

"You go to that museum every day, Locke. What's there that's so fascinating?" her mother asked as they prepared dinner together.
"Nothing really. I just like to go because it's quiet. I can think without anyone disturbing me." That and the hottie security guard who works there.
"You can do that here."
"Not with Bobby running around, I can't."
"Well, there's that, but what about the library?"
"Believe it or not, it's not all that quiet either."
Locke Golding had just graduated high school and was still undecided as to where she'd attend college. Her mother never pushed her and she appreciated that. About two months before she graduated, she'd met a security guard at the new Fish and Wildlife Museum that had recently opened in her town. Well, she didn't actually meet him. She was observing the bear exhibit when she saw him chase a small boy who'd crawled under the ropes and into the fake trees on display in the center of the exhibit.

When the tall, handsome security guard had returned the child to his mother, he looked up at Locke and flashed a sexy smile her way. Their eyes met and Locke felt a rush of warmth flood through her. She was smitten with him almost instantly. He, of course, was the reason for her daily visits.
"I don't see how the museum can be so quiet with all those kids running around."

"It is, Mom. The kids hang around the aquariums mostly. You know how I am about bears. They've got a pretty cool bear exhibit there."

"You'll have to bring me along sometime. It sounds fascinating."

"Sure." Locke pulled the casserole out of the oven. "Maybe one day next week." Anything to see Seth again. Her mother never noticed the dreamy look in her eyes.

* * * *

"Come on folks! Closing time!" Seth stood by the door of the museum. He smiled at the children who ran past him giggling, their mother shouting for them to slow down. "Have a great weekend!" He closed the doors behind the last group of people who filed out of the museum.
Seth Beare was one of three security guards at the new Fish and Wildlife Museum. His dad, he curator, had given him and his brothers jobs for the summer. At twenty-three, he was happy where he was, although a bit uncertain of the direction his life was headed. His brothers, Andrew and Michael, were twins and younger than him by five years. Both had plans to attend Northwestern University in the fall.

He, however, had graduated high school at the top of his class and had offers from Harvard, Princeton and Yale, but turned them all down, much to his father's chagrin. What are you gonna do with your life, boy? his father had asked.

A deep male voice boomed from behind him. "Seth!"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Where's Andrew?"

"He left about an hour ago. I told him I'd lock up. Why?"

"Because he left the bear exhibit unattended again. Didn't you have to go fetch another wandering rug-rat from there?"

"Yeah, but no harm was done."

"But it was his job to keep an eye on the tour group! Where's Michael?"

"He left with Andrew. They said something about going fishing up at the lake tomorrow."

Seth had purchased a small fishing cabin in the woods. As far as his father knew, they just went to the lake to fish. Knowledge of the things that happened there were a well kept secret. His brothers used the cabin more often than he did. Most of the time they'd take their dates there instead of back to their parents' house, so they could have more privacy. Sometimes Seth would join them with his own date.

Often times, Seth would ask the girl he was sleeping with if she'd be interested in sleeping with his brothers. If the girl agreed, he'd call his brothers and they'd spend the weekend at the cabin with the girl. If she decided she didn't want to partake, they'd let her leave on her own. None of them ever forced a woman to do anything she didn't want and all of them always practiced safe sex.

He knew if Andrew and Michael were planning on going to the cabin this weekend, one of them had a girl. Seth thought about his younger brothers and chuckled to himself at how promiscuous they had become.

"When the hell do they think they'll have time?" his father yelled. "They promised they'd clean out the garage this weekend!" Thomas Beare turned on his heel and headed back to his office. "Honestly, I don't know where I went wrong with the three of you." He continued to mumble as he closed the door of his office.

Seth just shook his head then made his way around the small museum. He checked to make sure there were no patrons left behind and secured the locks. As he made his way to the small cafe, he heard a pounding on the back door.

"Must be the cleaning crew." He glanced at his watch. He pushed open the heavy steel doors and greeted the short, balding man who was the head of the janitorial service. "Hey, Marvin."

"Seth, my boy! What's the good word?"

"Dad's in a mood tonight so watch your back. He's still in his office."

"Thanks for the heads up, kid." Marvin smiled and gave a quick wink.

Seth turned and headed back toward the cafe. He stiffened when Marv spoke again.

"You know my daughter Alicia is around your age and she's single. She's really a great girl, I think you'd—"

"Okay, Marv," Seth interrupted and turned to glare at the much shorter man. "I think we went through this before. Alicia is ten years older than I am and she's made it very clear that she's not interested. Besides, isn't she getting married soon?"

"Yes, but the guy's a real jerk. I think if you went out you'd hit it off."

"Later, Marv." Seth retreated to the cafe. Marv continued to speak to him even though it was clear Seth wasn't listening.

Seth poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at a table near the door. He watched as the rest of Marvin's crew carried in the cleaning supplies and began their nightly task of mopping and waxing the floors.

His thoughts drifted to the girl he'd seen earlier today. She'd been coming in every day since little Timmy Martin slipped through the ropes at the bear exhibit about two months ago. She had the deepest, darkest blue eyes he'd ever seen. Her body drove him absolutely crazy. She wasn't supermodel thin, but she wasn't overly plump either. She had curves in all the right places and her long, curly blonde hair seemed to shimmer in the soft lighting of the museum.

Seth didn't even know her name, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. He'd watch her as she made her way around the museum and always end up back at the bear exhibit. She'd sit on a bench near the exhibit and just stare off into the distance for hours on end. He always wondered what she was thinking about. When he'd finally mustered up enough courage to talk to her, one of the kids from the tour group crawled under the rope. After he returned the child to the group, he turned to find the girl had left.

With a heavy sigh, Seth brought himself to his feet. He said good night to Marvin and his crew, walked to his car and headed home. He thought maybe he'd go to the fishing cabin with his brothers this weekend after all. Cleaning the garage could wait until Sunday.

* * * *

Locke sat on the edge of her bed, exhausted from her morning run. She'd worked thirty hours over the weekend and had little time to do anything but sleep. Sure cutting and styling hair wasn't hard work; it was just being on her feet all day and dealing with cranky women who weren't happy with anything shown to them in the way of hairstyles.