Gabe looked down at his hands before he straightened and turned to stare into the house he had built with Kane’s help. The house and the boat had always been his pride and joy. He loved living along the coast and being out on the water.
He had been twelve the first time he’d seen the view from the side of the mountain. He’d been out late, as usual. His old man hadn’t cared what he did as long as he didn’t get into any trouble with the law. He had sat in almost this exact spot and made a vow that one day he would build a home here so he could stare out at the water.
He had worked and saved every dime he made from that summer on. When his dad became sick and couldn’t fish anymore, he had taken over running the boat. His gaze moved to his rough hands. When he was eighteen, the economy tanke
