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  Ford raised a brow, curious as to how she was going to finish that sentence. Instead, she fell silent. “Checking each other’s tonsils?” he asked her.

  Mia grimaced, and Carlos slid his hand into hers. A show of comfort and solidarity, and though his shoulders were a little hunched, he stood his ground right next to her. Ford stared at him, and though Carlos definitely squirmed, he held the eye contact.

  “It’s my fault,” Mia said quickly. “Not his.”

  “No,” Carlos said. “It’s mine. Sir.”

  Ford scrubbed a hand over his face. Sir. Christ, if that didn’t make him feel old.

  Mia stepped in front of Carlos. Or tried to, but the kid wouldn’t let her. “I can kiss who I want,” she said with soft steel reminiscent of Tara.

  Ford looked into her earnest, sweet face. Seventeen had never looked so young. “Mia—”

  “I mean, I know you’re my father, but I already have a dad.”

  Intimidation went out the window. So did the wind in his sails. “Yes, I know.”

  Mia stared up at him with those bigger-than-life eyes, the ones that haunted him with what-ifs. “And Carlos is a good guy,” she said, glancing up at the kid still holding her hand, smiling at him.

  Carlos didn’t return the expression, but his eyes never left her face.

  Ford let out a breath. “I know that, too.”

  “And so am I,” she said. “I’m a good kid.”

  “My own personal miracle,” Ford said with feeling.

  Mia hesitated, as if she hadn’t been prepared for him to be so agreeable. “So you can trust me to live my life. You know that too, right? As well as letting me make my own mistakes?”

  “Yes, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me. Mia…” Ford searched for the right words. “Do you have any idea how many times I hoped I’d get to meet you? Get to know you?”

  “No.”

  “Every day. Every single day.”

  Her eyes softened. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  Her eyes filled, and she finally let go of Carlos’s hand. She stepped into Ford, wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him. “So it’s okay with you if after I get back from Spain, I still show up every once in a while?”

  Ford tugged on a loose strand of her beautiful hair. “If you didn’t, I’d come to you.”

  Mia’s soggy smile warmed the far corners of his heart.

  “I still want to kiss your employee,” she said.

  Carlos winced. Mia smiled brilliantly at the teen, and his mouth quirked as if he couldn’t help but love her.

  Ford knew the feeling.

  “I have to go,” Mia said. “I promised Tara I’d find her at five.” She went up on tiptoe to kiss Ford’s cheek, looking him straight in the eyes. “Promise you’re not going to do anything stupidly dad-like, okay?” she whispered. “No scaring off my boyfriend?”

  Carlos winced again, probably thinking of his tough-guy rep and how easily she crushed it. Still, the kid said nothing as the two of them watched Mia dance off. Only when she was out of sight did Carlos turn his head and look at Ford warily.

  “You got anything to say?” Ford asked.

  “Would it help?”

  “No. Get set up. We’re expecting a crowd tonight.”

  Carlos hesitated, still braced for a father’s wrath. “That’s it?”

  Ford wasn’t exactly prepared for this, although he should have been. He’d gone from having no kid to having a hormonal teenager, and he felt a little off kilter. “For now, I need you to work, but stand by later to possibly have your ass kicked.”

  Carlos hopped to work so fast that Ford’s head swam.

  The businesses on the pier were making a brisk living today. Tara was out there somewhere with her sisters promoting the inn.

  Ford could imagine her in her heels, all elegant and sophisticated and put together, the opposite of how she was when she was writhing beneath him. He thought about that for a few minutes and realized he was no better than Carlos.

  The late afternoon was sizzling. The ocean was clear and azure blue, dotted with whitecaps from the light breeze as the sun slowly worked its way down the horizon. Behind him, Carlos was still rushing to set up, sliding the occasional wary glance Ford’s way. “What?” Ford finally asked.

  “Are you going to fire me? Cuz I’d really rather have that ass kicking. Sir.”

  “Call me ‘sir’ again and I will.”

  “So we’re okay?”

  “Hell, no. You had your hands on my daughter. I want to tell you that if you so much as think about touching her again, I’m going to make sure they never find your body.”

  Carlos paled a little, and Ford let out another breath. “But I can’t do that, either.”

  The kid nodded. Yeah, he could really get behind Ford not doing that. “Why?”

  “Because Mia’d be pissed at me, and I just got her in my life. And because I was seventeen once and incredibly stupid and selfish. Far more than you, actually.” Ford paused. “Look, I realize you’re just having a summer fling here but Mia—”

  “No.”

  Ford arched a brow at the seriousness and vehemence of that single syllable. “No?”

  “No, I’m not just having a summer fling.”

  “So where do you see this thing going? Because you know she’s leaving for Spain when the summer’s over. For a whole year. That’s a lifetime for a guy your age. I don’t want her hurt.”

  “I’m not going to hurt her. I love her.”

  Ford looked into Carlos’s dark eyes. Whatever a seventeen-year-old could possibly know about love, Carlos meant it. Shit. “Okay, new game plan. If you touch her—”

  “They’ll never find my body?”

  “Just don’t. Don’t touch her at all. Ever.” Ford sighed. “Someday you’re going to have a daughter and then you’ll understand.”

  “Actually, I understand now. And what about Ms. Daniels?”

  “What about her?”

  “Maybe I’m not forty-four or whatever,” Carlos said. “But she’s a real nice lady. What about her getting hurt?”

  Ford was so surprised that words nearly failed him. “Thirty-four. And I don’t intend to hurt Tara. Ever.”

  “So…”

  “I’m in this,” Ford said, “to the end.”

  Carlos looked shocked.

  But not as shocked as Ford himself was. He scratched his jaw. “Huh. I didn’t see that one coming.”

  Carlos shook his head. “Does anyone?”

  Tara was once again peddling muffins. Mia had started off doing it, but she’d wanted to wander around, so here Tara was. “Double the Pleasure Blueberry Muffins,” she said, handing them out, not slowing down enough to engage in conversation until someone came up behind her and grabbed her with two strong arms, snagging a muffin in each hand.

  Logan.

  He bit into a muffin. “Mmm, damn you’re good. Hey, I have some photographers coming in tomorrow from People. I made the Hottest 100 List. Your bartender ever do that?”

  She shot him a look, and he laughed. “You know, I even miss your Don’t-Make-Me-Kick-Your-Ass expression. Anyway, People’s bringing a few models in bikinis to drape themselves over a prop car to pose with me. Thought maybe you’d want to take their place.”

  “Oh, I would,” Tara said drolly. “Except hell hasn’t frozen over.”

  He grinned. “Okay, I guess I’ll have to make do with the models then.”

  “Yeah, I bet that’s going to be real tough.”

  Logan tugged on her hair. “I’m still holding out hope for me, Tara. For us.”

  But the “me” had come before the “us,” and it always would. Logan was a good guy, just not the right good guy for her. She knew that. On some level, she’d always known that. “Logan—”

  “Hold that thought, darlin’. My fan club’s calling.”

  She watched as he stepped away to be engulfed by a group of women that included Sandy and Cindy.