Sophie moved forward to help take the bags he handed off and set them on the wharf for people to collect on their way to the lodge and the rest of their travel plans.

“Sophie!” Imogen came topside and grabbed the rail. She wore a windbreaker and a life preserver over her shorts. “Where’s Biyen?”

“Still camping with his dad.”

“Oh.” She pouted.

“He’ll be home in a few days. Did you have fun?”

“We saw bears!” Her eyes went as big as dinner plates. “They were catching fish. And otters.”

“The bears were catching otters? I’ve never seen that!”

“No.” She giggled. “We saw otters. They were so cute.”

“There’s nothing cuter than otters, is there?”

“One had a baby.”

“I stand corrected. Baby otters are definitely the cutest.”

Imogen nodded enthusiastic agreement.

“There you are, Imogen.” Delta came out to the rail with Cooper’s hand firm in her own. “Did you find your hairbrush? Put it in your backpack and bring it up.” She sighed as the girl disappeared. “It was a relaxing trip until thirty minutes ago, when we all realized it was over. Thank you, Reid.”

Delta accepted his hand as he helped her onto the wharf.

Cooper pulled free and stayed at the top of the steps.

“Uncle Reid!” Cooper lifted his arms and grinned with anticipation.

Reid grabbed him and lifted him high, then lowered him halfway to the wharf.

“Why are you so wobbly? Why can’t you stand?” He joggled him so his feet swayed. “You got a bad case of sea legs?”

“I’m not down! You have to put me down,” Cooper said through his giggles, clinging to Reid’s arms as his feet cycled, searching for the solidness of the wharf.

“What? Oh. I thought you were taller.” He finally set Cooper on his feet.

Sophie almost fell in the water, never having seen Reid act so silly with anyone, particularly someone else’s child.

“Can you be a super-helper and take this bag up to the truck?” Reid draped what looked like a beach bag with long handles over Cooper’s shoulder. “See where Logan is?”

Sophie stubbornly refused to turn and look. Things had been very awkward since the night she’d helped with Storm. She ought to be glad that he was keeping his distance, but she mostly alternated between hating herself for revealing how badly he’d hurt her and hating him for taking her at her word that they would never be friends.

“Hey!” Emma greeted her with a wide smile as she came on deck beside Imogen.

“Hi. Was it a good trip?”

“So good—Oh, there she is.” Emma didn’t even pause to hug Sophie as she leapt off the boat and hurried past her.

Sophie wasn’t insulted. Her coveralls were filthy and the squeal from Storm behind her was irresistible enough that Sophie did turn then, watching Storm try to launch herself from Logan’s arms to get to Emma.

“Tag, you’re it,” Logan said as he left the wiggling baby in Emma’s arms. “I’ll get all the luggage, Delta. You can walk the kids up to the house and relax. Mom is there, putting out snacks. She has something for you guys, too.” He gave each child’s head a light pat.

Of course, she did, Sophie thought with affection. Glenda always had coloring books or bubble wands or something that won the hearts of children and kept them busy being kids.

“Thank you, Logan. Imogen, leave your life preserver—There we go.” Delta smiled her thanks as Sophie took the bright-orange vest from her. “Let’s go, moppets. A walk will help us find our land legs, won’t it?”

“Glenda is here?” Reid asked Logan as they gathered luggage, preparing to carry it up to the truck.

“Yeah. She moved into Sophie’s this afternoon and leaves tomorrow night. She’s got salads and everything ready to barbecue for dinner tonight.”

“Always the lifesaver,” Reid said. “Em will appreciate that. She’s done most of the cooking while we’ve been aboard. You’re coming for dinner, Soph?” Reid asked as he started past her.

“We’ll see. I just finished my second callout on my day off so it’s been like that.” She shrugged.

“It’s July.” He frowned. “Isn’t Randy finished school?”

“He had a family wedding back east. Not great timing, but the bride rudely didn’t ask me which dates would be convenient for her brother to attend.”

“Brides.” Reid shook his head with disgust.

“Right? It was actually your dad who told him he could go. It’s been planned since last year.”

“Hmph. Well, you don’t want to cook, do you? Come up.” Reid glanced at Logan, maybe looking for him to encourage her, too.

She was still refusing to look at Logan so she didn’t know what was on his face. Whatever it was made Reid’s mouth tighten.

“Try to make it if you can.” He followed Logan up the wharf to the truck.

Sophie stepped aboard the Storm Ridge and opened the hold labeled LIFE PRESERVERS.

“Thanks.” Trystan came down from the pilothouse with some dishes he took into the galley.

Trystan was arguably the most handsome of the Fraser boys.

Reid had the severely tailored, clean-shaven stockbroker vibe nailed down flat. He was not hard to look at, but he could be hard. He set impossible standards of perfection for himself and everyone around him, but that made him easy to trust as a leader.

Logan was more of a sexy playboy. His taste in clothing was less buttoned-down, but always very smart and flattering. His hair was a sun-streaked brush cut that was invariably tousled by the wind off the water and his weapon of choice was his disarming smile. He was the most like Wilf in that regard, not that she would ever say so to his face. She didn’t mind throwing out a few insults when appropriate, but she didn’t want to actually kill him.

Reid and Logan were a year apart, Trystan coming along three years later. He might have been significantly younger than his brothers, but he was a student of animal behavior. He had read the rec room as soon as Reid arrived in it. While Reid and Logan had begun jockeying for dominance, Trystan had walked his own path, one that took him away from the fray and everyone else. That’s how he’d become an online sensation with his wilderness survival series, by excelling at being alone.

He wouldn’t have become a star without his star power, though. He was definitely a looker with his shiny black hair and rugged build and his perma-tanned complexion. He also possessed that Hollywood “it” factor, an inexplicable, compelling presence that mesmerized. Whether he was in person or on screen, he made it seem as though he was talking directly to you. He could be covered in mosquito bites, or eating grubs, or boiling water he’d distilled from his own urine, and women would fill his comment section with offers to carry his baby.

Judging by his patience with his little sister, he would be an incredible father if he ever decided to go down that road.

If Sophie had wanted a Fraser boy, Trystan was the one she should have set her sights on. He had never once betrayed her. If she had had a dollar for every time her mother or anyone else had nudged her toward Trystan instead of Logan, she would have a nice mansion in LA because Trystan had made himself a very tidy fortune with his series and bought one. Then sold it recently, maybe to pour money into Raven’s Cove? It was hard to say because he didn’t say much, which was also part of his enigmatic charm.