“Noted. But you don’t have to do it all. I can always get Girl Scout cookies.”

“You mean buy ten boxes at a time and eat them alone in the pantry?”

“Hey,” she said. “It’s called supporting young female entrepreneurs.”

“Also,” he went on, “Winnie and I want to rent out the cottages and turn this thing into a B and B, like Grandma’s parents did a million years ago. I mean, they’re even furnished. Besides, my blueberry pancakes should be shared with the world.”

“One hundred percent correct on that,” CJ said around a bite of pancake.

“And something else that should be shared with the world,” Winnie said. “My newly found handywoman skills.”

Piper gaped at them. “Do you have any idea how much work goes into running a B and B? We’re not Great-Grandma. We’d need a website, and an accounting program, and a whole bunch of other stuff I can’t even imagine.”

“I know,” Gavin said. “And I’ve been building a website. It’ll be ready by next week. And I’ve got a good bookkeeping program. I can set us up, just like I’m doing for Cam at the marina. It wouldn’t require any work from you. For once, I can step up and do something for you for a change.” He gave a lopsided smile. “Look, we all know our childhood was . . . well, royally fucked up. But look at us making something of ourselves regardless.”

CJ was looking as impressed by Gavin as Cam felt. But Piper looked . . . dizzy. She turned to Winnie. “What about your still-unnamed baby daddy? How’s he going to feel about you sticking around here instead of going back to Santa Barbara? Is he going to relocate to help you? Is he even interested in being part of the baby’s life?”

Tell her, Cam willed. Because the longer Winnie waited, the bigger the feeling of betrayal would be, and Winnie would be taking Cam right down with her.

“All that matters is that I’m staying here,” Winnie said, disappointing Cam along with Piper, if her expression was anything to go by. “I’ll figure out everything else later.”

“Me too,” Gavin said.

Emmitt looked at Cam. “Any interest in making like these two, and sticking around for your old man? I’d love that.”

Cam grabbed two plates and held them out to Gavin to fill. “Thinking about it,” he said, unwilling to hide a damn thing from Piper—that he could control, anyway.

His dad beamed.

Piper whipped her head around so fast to stare at him that Cam was surprised it didn’t just fall off.

“I put in a transfer to be DEA West Coast,” he said. “San Luis Obispo office. It’s a long shot. I’ve got no idea if I’ll get it. But yeah.” He shrugged. “It’d be nice.”

“When did you do that?” Piper asked.