Caleb sipped his beer and leaned back in the lounger. He closed his eyes and smiled as their boys' raucous shouts and laughter pierced the air.
“Marco!”
“Polo!”
Dante floundered in the water and blindly grabbed for the closest player. Goggles liberally smeared with zinc ensured that he couldn’t cheat. Marcel teasingly swam out of reach. Beneath the surface, Asa approached from the deep end, grabbed Dante’s ankle, and pulled him under before diving to the bottom to avoid the boy’s