After Austin left, Elyse and Dalton forgot about breakfast and sat on the deck, taking in the beautiful clear skies and bright sunshiny day. Dalton kept glancing toward the north but couldn't see the boat anchored in slip eight. There were too many in between.

He stood and offered her a hand. "How about a morning walk?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

They walked down the ramp and sauntered north on the boardwalk toward the harbormaster's office. At slip eight, they ...