And he’d never let on to Cam, not once, not even the smallest complaint. Cam didn’t know what to do with that, with knowing exactly how badly he’d failed his brother.

Running a marina, even a small one like this, took an incredible amount of work. They had several dozen slips, a gasoline pump, repair services, rental equipment for people who didn’t want to own but wanted to go boating, and all of it required constant upkeep.

It was about creating relationships and customer service, about being good enough, kind enough, helpful enough to encourage repeat business.

And no one understood that more than his dad and Rowan, because at their core, they were both social, charismatic creatures. Attributes that Cam hadn’t gotten from the family gene pool.

For years now, boating and being out on the water had been about work, about keeping the world as safe as possible, about stopping atrocities that most people would thankfully never have to think about. It hadn’t been about fun, not for a long time.

He wasn’t sure he could get there, but he was sure as hell going to try. For his dad. For Rowan. For the legacy he’d left.

Over the past week and a half, he’d spent a lot of time going through the office. Rowan had surprised him there too. He’d had an org chart, broken down into service categories. Dockage, fuel, repairs, etc.

What his brother hadn’t been able to do, probably due to lack of time, was calculate revenue and expenses. He hadn’t been able to see where they were bleeding money or what was working. So Cam had dug in. He’d focused on the largest revenue source first: the slips and storage. First problem was they had too many empty slips.

Gavin appeared in the office doorway. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

He came in and sprawled out in the chair facing the desk. “I could hear you swearing from the docks.”

Frustrated, Cam pushed away the laptop. “Give me a boat to repair, or anything over paperwork any day of the week.”

Gavin turned the laptop to face him. “Bookkeeping not your thing, huh?”

“I’d rather go back to boot camp and get tortured by the sadistic training officers all over again.”

Gavin glanced over the numbers. Clicked on a few tabs. “You got an existing customer list?”

“Yeah. I need to hit it hard to get all the slips filled for the upcoming season.”

Gavin nodded. “Yeah, you do. I’d start by reducing the rate—offer a special promo rate. Then rinse and repeat until seventy-five percent of the slips are filled. Keep the rest available as transient slips and charge more for them.”

Cam took a second look at him. “Great advice. Okay. What else?”