"We both know that if we asked, she'd try," Marcus says with a warm laugh, his arms around Dan now, looking out at the ocean as it laps calmly at the shore. They've had a nearly perfect day for this, between the lack of mishaps and the weather.

Maybe God has had a little hand in it. Marcus likes to think so. A stamp of approval, so to speak, though he would have done it even without.

"Now the question is whether or not we want perpetual palm trees when Darrow decides to wreak havoc with whatever she tries," he teases.