Noah
“I can’t believe you’re going to St. Joseph Island,” Isaac said, grinning. “If it’s nice there, maybe we all could go there some weekend, you know, for breaks and have some fun?”
Noah snorted. He reached out and ruffled Isaac’s bed hair. The boy had just gotten up, having spent the night sleeping there on the sofa.
“You’re always looking for fun, aren’t you, Isaac?” Connor asked from the across the room. The man was busy cooking breakfast: French toast with bacon.
“Well, fun is fun, isn’t it?” Isaac said, his eyes glued to the French toast Connor was transferring from the hot pan onto the plate.
“Then I’ll be tagging along,” Connor said. “Tell me when you guys are going there. St. Joseph Island is beautiful, especially in spring.”
“Really?” Isaac asked as he got up from his makeshift bed and headed over to the dining table. He eagerly took a seat and waited patiently as Connor divided up the French toast and bacon onto three plates.