The magazine came out on a Thursday.
Someone from the staff left a stack of copies on the bar that morning. The cover was a sunset shot of the harbor, but the big feature inside was all about us. Harbor Flame. The story of two people who turned an old brick building into the busiest spot in Seabreeze Harbor. There was a full-page photo of Leo and me standing shoulder to shoulder behind the pass, arms almost touching, both of us looking at the camera like we belonged exactly there.
The caption under the photo read: The heart of Harbor Flame.
Customers kept pointing it out all night. A few people joked that we looked like a married couple. Leo just grunted and kept cooking. I smiled and changed the subject every time, but the picture sat in the back of my mind like a live wire.
After we
