“Enough,” Rafe sighs, though he smiles at both of us. “We’re supposed to stick together –“
“I’m not sticking with that rat cousin,” Jesse grumbles, giving me a little kick as he settles against Rafe’s pillow.
“Rat or not, you’re stuck with me,” I say, peeking out from behind Rafe and grinning at him, trying to make peace.
Jesse shakes his head at me a little, but he smiles, and I know we’re all right.
We spend the next hour or two comfortably in Rafe’s bed, telling about our days in the woods. It’s quite cozy, really, pressed warm against my brother’s side. Ben comes over too, sitting on the edge of the bed and telling us the story about how they couldn’t catch any fish and almost came up on the time limit, but then he suddenly remembered that dandelions are edible and found a few sa
