"Completely fixed?"
She hesitated.
"...Mostly."
"Calle."
She grinned.
"I'm kidding."
"You are absolutely impossible."
"I get that from Grandpa."
"You get that from yourself."
She disappeared back below deck laughing.
Willow nudged my shoulder.
"You know she's going to keep teasing you until you're eighty."
"I'll still be correcting her when I'm eighty."
"Probably."
Footsteps echoed across the dock.
Hazel approached carrying a clipboard, tablet, and what looked like half the marina's paperwork tucked beneath one arm.
"Good morning," she said.
"No, it isn't."
Hazel frowned.
"What happened?"
"You brought paperwork before sunrise."
She held the clipboard protectively.
"I bring organization."
"You bring invoices."
"They pay for fuel."
"They ruin perfectly good mornings."
Hazel rolled her eyes.
"I don't know why I even try."
"Because you secretly love us."
"I absolutely do not."
