naive kid pregnant shortly before he married Suzanna. The boy was eyeing him now, nervous but contained. Nathaniel realized Kevin knew the story, as well or part of it.

Welcome to Bar Harbor.

He offered his hand, which Kevin took politely.

Nate runs the boat shop and stuff with my dad.

The novelty of saying

my dad

had yet to wear thin with Alex.

Kevin wants to see whales,

he told Nathaniel.

He

comes from Oklahoma, and they don't have any. They hardly have any water at all.

We've got some.

Kevin automatically defended his homeland.

And we've got

cowboys,

he added, one-upping Alex.

You don't have any of those.

Uh-huh.

This from Jenny.

I got a whole cowboy suit.

Girl,

Alex corrected.

It's a cowgirl, 'cause you're a girl.

It is not.

Is too.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Is not.

Well, I see everything's normal in here.

Suzanna entered, aiming a warning look at both of her children.

Hello, Nate. I didn't expect to see you here.

I got lucky.

He slipped an arm around Coco's shoulders.

Spent an hour with my

woman.

Flirting with Aunt Coco again?

But Suzanna noted that his gaze had already shifted. She remembered that look from the first time they'd met. The way the gray eyes measured, assessed. Automatically she put a hand on Megan's arm.

Megan

O'Riley, Nathaniel Fury, Holt's partner and Aunt Coco's latest conquest.

Nice to meet you.

She was tired, Megan realized. Had to be, if that clear, steady gaze put her back up. She dismissed him, a little too abruptly for politeness, and smiled at Coco.

You look wonderful.

Oh, and here I am in my apron. I didn't even freshen up.