Chesapeake Shores

Previously on Chesapeake Shores:

I'm back now. So let's just enjoy the time we have together.

Is something wrong?

- I read your book. - And?

- You can't publish this. - Why?

It's your truth. Not the family's.

It is what happened. At least from what I remember.

Bree, I like you, and I don't wanna give that up.

It looks like you have termites. - Termites?

It's a miracle the entire house hasn't collapsed.

We'd like to buy you a new bed-and-breakfast.

In Tanglewood.

I asked for my old job back. Because you were gonna give it all up for me.

The least I could do was do the same for you.

I think maybe this is a chance for us to build something different.

I'm gonna go, Abby.

We'll make it work.

We always do, right?

Every relationship takes work.

- I don't know what to do. - You have to take care of yourself first.

I can't share your dreams by giving up mine.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

You brought me ice cream?

Well, ice cream and a question.

- Ah. Nothing's ever free, is it? - Afraid not.

Okay, so...

if someone were to propose to you...

"If"?

Someone already did. I used to be married, remember?

Sorry, I meant, "when." When a guy proposes to you,

to you, in the future, how would you like him to pop the question?

Why? Are you thinking about asking Sarah?!

No, no, no. It's purely hypothetical.

- Oh, is it? - Yes.

What's hypothetical?

Kevin is just wondering how I might like someone to propose to me,

but apparently it has nothing to do with Sarah.

- Are you gonna ask? - No! This is just hypothetical.

I just mean, like...

how, when, where?

If a guy were to propose, would you like it in a forest?

Or on a plane? Or would you...?

Would you like it on a train? Or would you like it in the rain?

I do not like green eggs and ham.

- Don't you live someplace else? - I do. And so do you.

She has a point.

Why are you here?

I came here to talk to Abby.

Okay, if you must know my opinion,

I think you can never go wrong with tried and true:

Restaurant, ring and taking a knee.

Hypothetically.

Which is great, but it's also non-hypothetically boring.

So you have something better?

I never really intended for this to turn into a competition.

Good, because I would win. A proposal should be elaborate

and unique and magical...

Didn't you once say that you wanted unicorns?

When I was 7.

And since this is hypothetical, what's wrong with unicorns?

It doesn't matter how or where you ask. The emotions are what matter.

- What matters? - Oh, what are you doing here?

- Leftovers. What are you doing here? - Getting absolutely no help at all.

I gotta go get some sleep.

So that I can drive you back to Tanglewood tomorrow.

- Kevin! - This is... Oh, my God!

What?

- What? What? What? -

Thanks a lot.

Hey, it's Trace again. Um...

I just wanna let you know I'm back in town.

So maybe when you're not too busy, you can give me a call back.

I'm home.

Bye, Abby.

I think you may have overpacked.

It was a long weekend. I had to be prepared.

For what? An impromptu ball?

Oh, trust me, it's happened.

David packed me enough snacks for a week.

You couldn't share?

If Connor found out, they'd be gone in an hour.

Thanks for driving me, by the way.

No problem. Sarah and I wanted to see the place anyway...

and gives us an excuse to get away for a few days.

For?

"For" what?

You're gonna love it. It's perfect, and amazing, and...

You keep saying that.

- I do? - Mm-hm.

- Hey. - Hey.

You okay? You look nervous.

No. Ahem. No, definitely not nervous.

Definitely not.

Great. Now you sound nervous.

Hey, guys, don't leave yet. I'm so sorry.

I've been struggling with the transition between scene 4 and 5,

and the denouement...

Great, another play I'm not gonna understand.

Relax, it just means "ending," and I think you're gonna like this one.

Or you're gonna really love it. Maybe.

- I forgot my coffee. So I'm gonna... - She's writing about the family again.

If she writes about the time I got lost in the garage,

I'm gonna write a play about her.

I could do it.

How hard could it be?

Porter Fund?

Yeah, we might be taking them on as clients.

- Wow, big fish. - Hmm.

And what about, uh...?

If you're wondering how I am with Trace being back, I'm fine.

No, no, I was just curious about their stock-to-cash option.

- Dad, I'm fine. - Okay, all right.

Dare I ask?

Hypothetically, Kevin might be asking Sarah to marry him this weekend,

and Jess is keeping us all updated.

So your sister is spying?

We think of it as long-distance reconnaissance.

Did you want her to add you to the group text?

No, I'll wait till they make the announcement themselves.

- Bye, Uncle Kevin. - Bye, Aunt Jess.

- Bye, hon. - Bye, Sarah.

How about a hug for Grandpa?

- Give it up. - Bye, Grandpa.

- Bye-bye. - All right, girls, let's load up.

So, uh, how is Abby doing with Trace being back?

I think she's fine with it.

- Really? - Yeah.

You heard about Kevin and Sarah?

Unlike everyone else, I know when not to get involved.

Did he?

Oh, that's so sweet.

Aw.

- Not involved, right? Oh. - No.

Do you really think he's gonna propose this weekend?

- Hypothetically. - Then I'm hypothetically excited for them.

- And for us. - For us?

I had my two-year review at the firm,

and they asked what my plans were, and I said, "Partner in five years."

- And no one blinked. - Wow!

- Partnership track? - I know, right?

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Well, I guess us should celebrate.

Yeah. I was thinking all of us NYU grads could hang out.

- Haven't seen each other since the bar. - Yeah, sounds like fun. Um...

- You have a new car. - I started the celebration a little early.

No more breakdowns, no more calling you to pick me up.

And if you're really nice, I might even let you drive it.

- Bye. - Bye, I'll see you later.

Thank you so much for coming in, Mr. Porter.

And thank you for considering Capital Management.

First off, please, call me Derrick.

And I'm looking forward to a long relationship with you both.

I'm assuming you must be the marvelous Ms. O'Brien I keep hearing about.

Just Abby. No "marvelous" needed.

Uh, just before we get started, I am going to need to access...

Our proprietary financial data? Of course.

Millions of Americans trust the Porter Fund

with their retirement investments,

and we have grown because we put our trust in people like you.

Considering what I know about your fund, it will be an honor to work with you.

Abby, uh, this may sound hokey, but my father started this fund,

and he believed that every family that puts their trust in us

becomes part of our family too.

So on behalf of our entire family, thank you.

And if you need anything, anything at all, please...

call me personally.

Shall we get started?

We shall.

Mom, stop reading The Times.

It doesn't matter where I am on the bestseller list.

What matters is my meeting

with the Kodiak Theater Group, which starts in two minutes.

According to their assistant, they're very prompt.

Ah! Oh, you moved up a spot.

- What?! - Look.

I have to text Simon. He's gonna be so proud.

- So it doesn't matter, huh? - Oh, no, it totally matters.

The Kodiak Group must really want your play