"Hi dad."
"Son, how the hell are ya? I see Alex talked you into taking the Impala out."
"He didn't have to try too hard."
"How's the beach house?"
"Still standing and being taken care of." He nodded.
"Your mother tells me you have a gorgeous view next door? Have you met her yet?"
"I have. Dad, this is Dylan Jones. My girlfriend and neighbor."
"Absolutely gorgeous." He smiled and shook her hand. "Well, done son."
"Dylan, this is Emmett Brier, my father."
"Are all Brier men charmers?"
"It's a gift and a curse." Martha laughed. "Alex got to you too, huh?"
"That he did." I nodded. "Told his dad if he wasn't careful someone prettier was going to come along and steal me away. Owen asked him who was prettier than him and Alex said he was. He took my hand and lead me away fro
