Stuart came to stand between her and Trey.
“Do you want to sit here?” Emma asked Stuart.
Stuart looked up at her, his eyes so open and sweet. “I like to stand,” he said simply.
Trey looked over. “That he does. Even if you weren’t here, I couldn’t get him to sit down. Whenever we fish, he stands right here while I’m driving unless he’s too tired. Then he falls asleep in the cabin,” he said as he ruffled Stuart’s hair.
Stuart looked up at her again. With a quick smile, he stepped in front of her and leaned back against her chair. Emma looked down at the top of his head, her hands falling to his shoulders. She looked over at Trey. He gave her a quick smile and a shrug.
The morning passed in a blur. Trey anchored the boat for a few hours within view of Gull Island, a tiny rock island towa
