Crosby held out his arm, and Harriet looped her hand through it. “Let’s go into the kitchen. We can eat in there.”

We started towards the main house, and I mumbled something about slacker lawyers invading my life.

“You just think I’m invading your life because you look for me everywhere.” I jolted at the sound of Crosby’s voice. “Just admit you’re in love with me already, it’ll be much less painful for us both.”

I let out a cross between a scoff and a snort. “Sorry, lover boy, surfer dudes just aren’t really my thing.”

“Paddleboarding. I’m a paddleboarder. Though I wouldn’t mind a trip to Fiji to learn how to surf. I could take you with me. You, me, a little bikini, and margaritas on the beach.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “I didn’t know you liked wearing bikinis so much.”

Crosby let out a stage whisper. “I’ll wear one if you will.”

Harriet chuckled, and I couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped me. The man really would rock a bikini if I agreed to wear one. “Harriet, is this really the person you want representing your legal interests? He’s liable to show up in court in a string bikini.”

She grinned. “It would certainly make legal matters more interesting.”

“I’d pay good money to see that,” Caelyn offered up.

Crosby arched a brow. “See, some people appreciate me. What about you, Miss Harriet? Will you head to Fiji with me so I can learn to surf?”

“Only if you get me one of those cabanas with a young stud to wait on me. And there have to be French fries.”

Crosby squeezed her shoulder. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a carton of fries. “Just starting off this adventure on the right foot.”

Heat simmered along my skin. “Crosby, she can’t have those. It’s not Sunday.” With all of Harriet’s heart issues, we kept her to a low cholesterol diet every day but Sunday. That was our cheat day. Crosby knew this.

“Oh, lighten up. It’s the kiddie size, it’s not going to send her cholesterol skyrocketing.”

I tightened my hold on my yoga mat, my nails digging into the foam. “You don’t know that. I’ve set a meal plan with her doctor, and we’re sticking to it.”

Crosby met my stare. “At her last checkup, the doctor said she was doing great, right? What’s the harm in a treat now and then? Come on, just because you want to live the same predictable life day after day, doesn’t mean Harriet has to.”

“Now, Crosby,” Harriet warned.