“I can’t imagine someone else owning it, running it.”

“Believe me, neither can I. But I’m not gonna live forever, you know.”

“Don’t say that.”

Big Mac laughed. “Okay, I won’t.”

Slipping into contemplative silence, they looked out over the bustling pond, which had thinned out as it always did on Sunday afternoons.

“I love this time of day around here,” Big Mac said. “Everyone who’s coming is in, everyone who’s leaving is gone. Most of the work is done for the day. People want to hang out, pass the bull. Hardly feels like work most days.”

Mac knew they came back year after year to see his father, to catch up on the news, to hear the latest stories. He had a way of making each guest feel special, as if he’d been waiting all season just for them to arrive. It occurred to Mac that no one could ever replace him.

They watched Luke guide a latecomer into a spot next to another powerboat. The captain did a nice job of maneuvering the big boat into the tight space. After the boat was tied up, Luke and the captain exchanged a few words. The captain reached for his wallet, pressed a wad of cash into Luke’s hand, and nodded at something Luke said to him. Luke pocketed the cash and made his way back up to the main dock.

Mac watched the exchange with growing dismay. “Tell me that money will make it into the till.” He glanced over to find his father’s face hard and unreadable.

“Eventually, I’m sure.”

“But you don’t know?”

“I hope.”

“Dad! Is he ripping you off?”

“Nah, I pay him plenty. He doesn’t need it.”

Mac wanted to cause a scene but knew his father wouldn’t appreciate it. You could bet that he’d be keeping an eye on Luke while he worked on the renovations.

“You know, son,” Big Mac said tentatively, “if you have even the slightest interest in the place, all you have to do is say so. I’d never sell it if you wanted it.”

Mac knew it, but hearing the words made it real. “I know that, Dad.”

“Absolutely no pressure, though. I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated. Island life isn’t for everyone. Lord knows you and your brothers split the minute you were old enough.”

“It looks a little different to me this time around, for some reason.” The words were out of his mouth before Mac could ponder the consequences.

“That so?”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I stayed away too long. Maybe because things in Miami have been beyond insane lately. Or maybe it’s because I met someone yesterday who has my head turned all around.”

“Ahhh,” Big Mac said with a satisfied grin. “Now we’re getting to the heart of the matter.”