Harley had a plan. He loaded up their turquoise skiff and told Summer they were headed to a sandbar for sunset. What she didn't know was that he'd been coordinating with us for weeks. We hid in the sea oats while he got down on one knee next to a small table he'd set up by the boat. She said yes, they admired the ring, and we came out of hiding for portraits on the sandbar and boat as the light went soft over the intracoastal.