“Seth’s going to miss dinner if he doesn’t hurry up,” Daisy frowned, poking the embers of the firepit to keep them burning as long as possible. It was a warm May evening, so she wore her favorite t-shirt to keep cool. She did not have to hide a branding mark back then.
“Maybe I should go check on him?” Marco worried, setting his empty bowl down on the log bench next to him.
“Nah, I wouldn’t worry about it, he won’t go hungry,” Allen said with a wink. Standing up to begin collecting their dishes, Allen’s height towered over the rest of them. With light tawny skin and dark, curly hair, Allen carried his muscular stature with a casual confidence, and he was always ready to lighten the mood. He was someone whose presence made everyone around him feel at ease, and Daisy was grateful to have
