13

“ANGEL, WATCH THIS!” MICHAEL JUMPED OFF THE EDGE OF

the pool in Logan’s yard and did a half twist in the air before belly-flopping into the water. That had to hurt.

Angel clapped when he surfaced. “Good job! You almost made it all the way around that time.”

“I’ll get it. You’ll see.”

“I’m sure you will, Michael.” She leaned back on the chaise lounge to watch him practice as he’d been doing since lunch.

Logan had disappeared into his study to handle some business, and she and Michael had had an interesting afternoon making paper animals with pages from his notebook, as well as figuring out how to make a peanut butter sandwich.

Between the two of them, there’d been enough pea-nut butter on their fingers that they hadn’t needed the sandwich part, but Angel wasn’t willing to pass up her first taste of dry bread.

“I’m gonna do a handstand, ’kay, Angel?”

“Go ahead.” She hooked the pen on the notebook where she’d jotted her observations and impressions before lunch, then ran her fing