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I should have turned around and left, but instead my feet carried me right to the door. I pulled on the handle and was surprised when the door opened.
I walked inside quietly, even though I knew Ian was awake. He didn’t open the door until he was up. Unless Devon was there.
The soft murmur of two voices finally reached my ears. I followed them until I walked around the end of the boat. Ian and Devon were huddled together looking at something.
“I think that’ll work,” Ian finally said. “Good plan.”
“Thanks,” Devon said, beaming. He seemed like a good kid, but he was young. He still had a year of college to go, and even though he was talented, there was no reason to think he’d come back to MacKellar Cove. “Um, boss?” Devon said, nodding to me when he saw me.
Ian turned and smiled slo
