“Show me what you’ve got, pretty boy,” I say, teasing. Luca laughs as he drops his haul into my hands. I sigh as I quickly sort through the selection. “No luck,” I murmur, tossing the berries into the fire. “None of those are edible.”
“How do you know that?” he says, looking mournfully after his bounty.
“Why do you keep asking me these things? I already told you – I went camping.”
“With like, the King?” Luca asks, wrinkling his nose a little in disbelief.
“Yes,” I say, grinning at him a little. “Except, we don’t call him the King. We just call him…Uncle Dom.” Or, dad. Uncle Dom is just what Jesse and his siblings calls him.
“That’s so weird,” Luca breathes, shaking his head at me, making me grin.
“I found the fat tree,” Alan says ruefully, coming into the clearing and renewing his g
