“Caelyn,” I warned. “Do not throw out his food. He’s fifteen, he needs a little junk in his life.”

She sagged back against the bench. “Oh, fine.” She looked back out to the water. “I did wonder why he never asked for dessert.”

“Because your idea of dessert is some all-natural carob thing.” Kenna eyed the whole-grain muffin in Caelyn’s hand.

“Hey, carob is basically chocolate.”

I held up a hand. “Not even close.”

Caelyn’s attention suddenly darted back to the dock, and she sighed. “I want to climb that man like a tree.”

I let out a strangled sound that was part laugh and part cough. “What?” I followed her line of sight to a hulking frame striding down the dock. Not only was the man tall and broad, but he also wore an expression that threatened bodily harm to anyone who got in his way.

Kenna groaned. “What is it with you and the brooders?”

Caelyn shrugged. “Their waters look smooth and quiet, but they always pack a punch.”

I shook my head as I watched the man disappear into the marina shop. “I think it’s probably a good idea for you to stay away from Griffin Lockwood.”

“Why?”

The look of hopeful innocence on Caelyn’s face was reason enough right there. She always thought she’d be the woman to fix the broken guys, and it had burned her more than once. But she didn’t need me to remind her of any of that. I forced a smile. “Because he could eat you.”

Caelyn waggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I want him to.”

“Gross. I do not need to hear about that,” Kenna groused.

“No, you just need some sexual exploits of your own.”

Kenna turned to face me. “I think we should talk about Bell’s love life.”

The mask slipped over my features without me consciously putting it in place. “I have no love life currently, you know that.”

“Hmmmm.” Kenna drummed her fingers along the side of her coffee cup. “So, what about the scene last night at The Catch?”

My spine stiffened. “Who told you about that?”

“I ran into Crosby when I was getting our coffees. He was at the bar last night, for too long judging by his rumpled state this morning.” Kenna let out a little huff.

“What did he say?”

Little worry lines appeared between Kenna’s brows. “He told me Ford pulled you away from a table full of guys. Said he didn’t look too happy about the attention they were paying you.”