everyone?”
“You did. Then there’s me and Jed and Ozzie and Jason. Hillary was away today, picking up supplies. She’ll be back in the morning. You’ll like her. She’s a tiny little thing but full of energy.”
Jade and Ivy raced back, carrying sticks and marshmallows. Jade dropped to her knees and poked her treat toward the flames. The marshmallow crackled and burned. Ivy sat back and toasted hers to a golden brown.
When she finished cooking her third treat, she offered it to Kane. “Would you like one? I’m full.”
“Thanks, but maybe your mom wants first dibs.”
Rachel waved her hand. “It’s all yours.”
Kane dropped the oozing glob of sugar into his mouth then licked his lips. “That was delicious. Thanks, Ivy.”
Her daughter giggled.
“I’m going to go get another marshmallow.” Jade stood. “My last one fell into the fire, and Daisy ate the first one. She seems to like them burnt.” She rubbed the dog’s ears.
“You can have another one, but Daisy can’t.” Rachel grimaced. “The last thing I want is a sick dog.”
Kane nodded. “Especially since you really should keep her inside the cabin at night. We have bears around here, and she’d probably bark her head off if one wandered through the camp.”
Ivy’s eyes grew wide. “There’re bears?”
“Don’t worry. They won’t try to get into the cabins if you don’t keep any food in there. We lock all the supplies in bear-proof bins.”
“Do you think I’ll get to see one while we’re here?”
“You might. They’re pretty common in this area. Keep your eyes open while you’re hiking.”
Jade returned in time to hear the end of the conversation and sat on the other side of Kane, holding her marshmallow above the flames. “Cool. Maybe we can go looking for bears in the morning. I want to take a picture of one. Can we, Mom?”
“We’ll see. I have zero interest in meeting a bear up close and personal. Anyway, there might be other activities you’d prefer.”
“Yeah, like what?”
“I think Hillary is planning an art walk.” Kane stroked Daisy’s head when she rested her chin on his knee. “She mentioned taking anyone who’s interested up to a meadow full of wildflowers to paint. Jed is planning some kind of game day with races for the kids.”
Ivy dropped her marshmallow stick. “I want to go on the art walk. Please, Mom.”
Jade snorted. “The races will be way more exciting. I want to do that.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you can each choose the activity you prefer. We might have a problem, though, if I need to supervise you both.”
“Nope. The staff will handle it.” Kane turned, his knee bumping hers. “You and I can go for a hike while they’re busy.”
Rachel’s gaze met his. “That sounds like fun.”
“Then it’s a date.”
“What about Lark?” Ivy pointed at her sister sitting on the other side of the fire. “She’s not going to want to paint or be in a race.”
“She never wants to do anything fun.” Jade wiped her hands on her jeans.
“Lark can hike with us if she wants, or she can hang out with Lauren and Kevin. Looks like they’re ready to start the music. Your sister is warming up on her guitar.”
Jed clapped his hands for attention. “We thought we’d have a sing-along this evening. Feel free to join in. I’ll play the fiddle, and tonight we have a special treat. These two beautiful young ladies have agreed to accompany me. Lark is playing her guitar, and Lauren the flute. Give them a round of applause, folks.”
Everyone clapped, and Jed raised his bow. He played folk songs and camp songs, one after the other, and most of the guests sang along. Kane had a pure, deep voice that was a pleasure to listen to. Rachel wasn’t a terrific singer, but she didn’t let that stop her.
“Your daughter’s very talented.” Kane touched her arm when the musicians took a break. “Has she been playing the guitar long?”
“For a couple of years now. Lark has a
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