"You love us."
"I tolerate you."
"Same thing."
Ben shook his head.
"We're sorry."
"No, you're not."
"Not even a little."
Willow smiled as she handed Scott the biggest cinnamon roll on the tray.
"I like him."
Scott puffed out his chest proudly.
"See?"
Ben looked at Willow.
"Don't encourage him."
"I'm beginning to understand how this works."
Hazel walked onto the dock carrying her tablet.
"It gets worse."
"I heard that," Scott said.
"You were supposed to."
More laughter.
I watched the interaction with quiet amusement.
Military.
Definitely.
Even out of uniform.
The way they teased each other...
The way they moved...
The way they instinctively watched every entrance to the marina.
None of it was accidental.
Ben noticed me studying them.
"What?"
"You never stop looking."
