“Mama? Fofo dere.”
“What, Kerr?” Annie put down the hammer and went over to where her son was sitting in a patch of bright yellow abin. The toddler was happily pulling every blossom within reach and dropping them onto a small pile beside him.
“Mama.”
She sat down next to him. “What do you have, Kerr? Flower? Are you picking the flowers?”
“Fofo dere.” He grinned happily at her.
“Yes.” She giggled. “There are your flowers.” Taking a fistful of the glowing buds, she dumped them on the child’s head, laughing as he tried to bat them away.
“Hey! No languishing on the job!”
Annie looked back where Rion was rounding the side of the cabin. A log was balanced across both of his wide, muscular shoulders.
“Sorry!” She got to her feet and went to retrieve the hammer. “Actually, I’ll hav
