You stepped onto the deck, taking in the ocean view when Gemma leaned in.

"Just a heads up—Harry’s a bit of a flirt. Don’t let that dimple fool you."

You smiled politely. "Noted."

Then he walked out of the kitchen, barefoot, curls still damp, eyes locking onto yours.

"Oh… great," Harry said, almost dropping his coffee.

You raised an eyebrow. "Still holding a grudge?"

He smirked. "Only a little. But I gotta admit, you’ve aged well."

Gemma groaned. "Told you."