“She told me where you lived, and I hope it’s not too weird that I’m stopping by. I can go if you want.” He motioned to the door beside him.

“No, no. It’s good. And I know where you live, so it’s only fair, right?”

“I guess.” He smiled, looking relieved. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” She shrugged.

“Harper?” Brian asked and came in from the kitchen. “Who’s this?”

“Dad, this is, um, Daniel.” Harper gestured toward him. “Daniel, this is my dad, Brian.”

“Hello, sir.” Daniel extended his hand, and Brian eyed him uncertainly as they shook hands.

“You look familiar,” Brian said. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“You’ve probably seen me at my boat.” Daniel put his hands in his back pockets. “The Dirty Gull. It’s parked down at the docks.”

“Oh.” Brian stared at him, trying to figure out how he knew him. “Was your grandfather Darryl Morgan?”

Daniel nodded. “That would be my grandpa.”

“He was my foreman down at the docks,” Brian said. “We lost a good guy when he passed away.”

“That we did,” Daniel agreed.

“You used to come down to the docks with him, didn’t you? But you were just…” Brian held his hand up near his hip, but now Daniel was actually a good inch taller than Brian. “And now you’re all grown up.” He looked over at Harper. “And you’re visiting my daughter.”

“Dad,” Harper said quietly and gave him a look.

“Okay. Well, it was good to see you again,” Brian said. “But I think I’m going to head out to the garage to work on Gemma’s car.” He walked around them and went to the front door, but paused when he opened it. “But I’ll just be right outside if you need me. With heavy tools.”

“Dad!” Harper snapped.

“Have fun, kids,” Brian said as he disappeared out the front door.

“Sorry about that,” Harper said after her father had gone.

“It’s okay.” Daniel smirked. “I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of male suitors.”

“Are you implying that you are a male suitor?” Harper raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

“I’m not implying anything,” he said, but he smiled at her in a way that made her look away.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked, walking toward the kitchen. “I just made some coffee a little bit ago.”

“Coffee would be great.”

Daniel followed her into the kitchen. Harper grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and filled them both with coffee. When she gave Daniel his, he sat down at the kitchen table, but she stayed standing, preferring to lean against the counter and drink her coffee.

“This is really good coffee,” Daniel said after taking a sip.

“Thank you. It’s Folgers.”

“So.” He set his mug down on the table. “You never did tell me how you were doing.”