“Perhaps.”
I pull her tighter into me.
“Cara? Grant? What’s going on here?” Luke shouts.
“Here we go,” Cara mutters.
Luke stomps through the sand and gets to us quicker than his wife, Catherine.
“Hi, Dad,” Cara says. She doesn’t leave my side, and I don’t let go either.
“Is this what dinner is about? The two of you together?” he asks.
Luke’s hands are on his hips as he waits for our response. We look at one another before turning back to him. Catherine arrives and has a wide smile, seeing us together.
“Yes, it is,” I answer.
I finally let go and stand up. Cara follows and loops her arm through mine.
“I’m in love with your daughter.”
Luke grins and shakes his head.
“I knew something was up with you two,” he says as he pulls me in for a hug.
“You’re not mad?” Cara asks.
Luke lets go of me and hugs her as Catherine watches on, giddy.
“Not at all. I always thought the two of you could work, but you were both always such the bachelors.”
We laugh in surprise.
“Grant, maybe you can help me with my companies so I can retire.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I joke.
Luke chuckles.
Catherine pulls me into a hug before taking Cara’s arm out of mine and onto hers. She starts leading Cara up the beach toward the restaurant.
“I can’t wait until you’re engaged so we can start planning a wedding!” Catherine says.
Cara looks back at me, panicked.
“Well, actually…”
Luke realizes what Cara means and sighs.
“Come on, let’s celebrate,” he whispers to me.
I sigh as we follow behind Cara and Catherine.
“But I’m not going to be the one to tell Catherine you got married.”
“We’ll leave that to Cara.”
Cara suddenly stops, and we all look in her direction.
