“Shannon will represent them,” Seamus said of his cousin who’d come to Gansett earlier in the summer with Seamus’s mother and then decided to stay for a while. “We talked to my parents in Ireland yesterday, and they’re over the moon. My mum loves Caro and couldn’t be happier for us. And speaking of my family, I could use a week off at the end of the season so I can take my new wife home to meet them.”

“Done,” Joe said. “I’m jealous. I’d love to go to Ireland someday.”

“I’d be happy to take you,” Seamus replied. “If we can find someone to cover the ferries for both of us.”

Joe glanced at P.J. “I’m going to be a little busy for the next few years, but I’ll take you up on that at some point.”

“Any time.”

“There’s one other thing,” Seamus said to Joe. “I’ve been trying to convince your mum to sign a piece of paper that Dan Torrington drew up for me.”

“Seamus,” Carolina said.

“What kind of paper?” Joe asked.

“A prenuptial agreement,” Seamus said.

“Which I told him is completely unnecessary,” Carolina said with a glower for her fiancé. “And it’s borderline insulting that he would think about money at a time like this.”

“I’m an Irish immigrant who makes a decent living, love, but I don’t have what you have. I want you protected.”

“Are you planning to leave me and run off with my money?”

“Of course not, but—”

“Then why are we ruining this day having a conversation I thought we put to rest weeks ago?”

“We’re not ruining anything, and you put it to rest. I didn’t.” He turned his attention to Joe. “What do you think?”

Joe thought about it for a moment. “I think you should sign it, Mom.”

“Joe!” Janey said.

Joe held up a hand to stop her protest and his mother’s. “I think you should sign it, but not because I believe you’ll ever need it.”

“Then why?” Carolina asked.

“Because it seems important to Seamus.”

“It is,” Seamus said. “It’s very important to me.”

He and Carolina engaged in a visual standoff that ended when she blinked. “Fine. If it’s that big of a deal to you, I’ll sign it. But let it be said that I’m doing this for you. Not for me.”

“So noted, love.” He went to retrieve the form in the other room.

When he returned, Carolina took it from him, signed it and gave it back to him. “I don’t want to talk about it ever again.”

As he hugged her, some of the starch seemed to leave her spine. “I can’t imagine there’ll ever come a day when we’ll need to discuss that paper or what it says, but it makes me feel better to know you’re protected.”