Cain and his two-person crew had set up all the cameras and tweaked the security system in the house in a matter of hours yesterday. Now, it was all up and running. Cain released my hand. “No problem. I know what it’s like to worry about the people you care about. I’m just glad there’s something I can do to help you keep them safe.”

Caelyn gave the gruff man a gentle smile. “It sounds like a good job to me. Are you going to get to stay on Anchor for a while, or do you have to head back to Oregon today?”

A smile that I hadn’t seen in any of the hours I’d helped the man set up security stretched across his face. “I’m staying for a few days. As soon as my wife heard where I was going, she started planning a vacation.”

“That’s wonderful,” Caelyn said. “Make sure you grab food at The Catch and Rocco’s. And stop by Second Chances if your wife likes antiques and refurbished furniture pieces.”

Cain shook his head. “If I take Kennedy to that shop, we’re going to go home with a million little trinkets we don’t need.”

Caelyn chuckled. “You probably will, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Well, on that note, I better go find my wife. You have my cell number if you have any questions or issues.” Cain met both of our gazes. “Stay safe.”

“We will.” I tightened my hold on Caelyn. “Thanks again, man.”

“Anytime.”

We waited as Cain climbed into his SUV and headed down the drive. When he disappeared from sight, Caelyn turned in my arms so she was facing me. Her smile was almost shy, but a little bit giddy, too. “Want to tell the kids we’re moving in?”

I brushed the hair back from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. This was real. A fresh start. A family. “Let’s go.”

We headed back inside, towards the kitchen and the sounds of shrieking.

“The pink one’s mine, Will,” Mia cried.

“Will,” Caelyn warned as she entered.

He shook his head but grinned. “I just wanted to see how much of a fit she’d throw if someone came between her and the pink donut.”

Mia glared at him. “I’ll put your hand in warm water while you’re sleeping.”

Will’s eyes widened, handing over the donut. “Vicious, I like it.”

Ava looked up from where she sat at the kitchen table, reading her book. “They’ve been like this since you started talking to Mr. Hale. But while they’ve been fighting, I’ve been eating.”

“Hey,” Will said, studying the box on the table. “Did you eat the Boston cream?”

She shrugged. “You snooze, you lose.”