Dawn's POV
"Mom?"
I looked up from the mountain of seafood shells covering our picnic table.
"Yeah, bud?"
"Is there dessert?"
I stared at my thirteen-year-old son.
Then at the remains of what had once been an impressive seafood boil.
"Evan Horwick, where exactly do you plan on putting dessert?"
He grinned.
"I've got room."
I looked toward Chelsea.
"Do teenage boys have a second stomach nobody tells mothers about?"
She laughed.
"Apparently."
Hunter leaned back in his chair.
"Depends on the dessert."
I turned toward him.
"Don't encourage him, telephone pole."
Hunter burst out laughing.
Sandman shook his head.
"You're never going to let him live down being tall, are you?"
"Absolutely not. I'm surrounded by human redwood trees. It's becoming a serious problem."
Riot chuck
