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Lucas employed three deckhands who worked on rotating shifts, an office manager who handled billing and shipping, and a receptionist who took bookings and posted occasional photos on social media. Right now, every single one of his employees was getting on his nerves.
He hadn’t been this irritable since he’d first come back to Lost Harbor.
Bad time for a staff meeting.
He leaned against the reception desk in the Jack Hammer Fishing Charters boardwalk office and massaged his left temple. A tiny jack hammer of his own was pounding away in there.
He blamed Megan. Or her ex-husband. Or both. He eyed the tiny closet-size area that she rented from him for her office space. It was dark and empty. She was probably off somewhere with her ex.
“Thanks for coming in, everyone. The summer’s ab
