Five
Gideon idly tapped his fingers against the lens cap of his camera and watched Erin, Daphne, and Hope put the finishing touches on their elaborate two-room driftwood fort. His trigger finger itched, but he hesitated. It was impossible to capture everything that soaked his senses; even the best shot would fall short.
At his feet, his black Lab sprawled with her ears back, tongue lolling, and eyes gleaming with the pure joy of having exhausted herself swimming and fetching. He reached down to ruffle Shadow’s ears and murmured, “Happy dog.”
She tipped her head back and regarded him with a grin of agreement.
Owen strode over from the cooler with what was left of the pineapple from Erin’s greenhouse and joined him on the log. Gideon took a piece, popped it in his mouth, and nodded his h
