Chapter 380

DRAKE “Oh my goodness!” she says, her eyes huge and sugar coating her lips. “This is delicious! Have I died and gone to heaven?” Luz smiles approvingly at my girl’s reaction and nods. “Almost, chiquita—you have gone to Venezuela! This is bienmesabe—you do the honors, Drake, if you remember your Spanish?” “It means ‘it tastes good to me,’ if I’m correct?” “Exactly! This cake is made all over Latin American countries, but in my homeland, the secret ingredient is coconut and a little rum.” “A little rum?” Mason pipes up from across the kitchen. “There’s enough rum in here to give Captain Morgan a hangover.” Everyone laughs, and it eases the lingering tension in the air. Gathering together the whole of my clan for an impromptu brunch is never easy and usually has to be planned months in advance because we’re all so busy. But given the strained atmosphere that’s existed the past few days thanks to Pop’s health scare, they were all happy to rearrange their schedules and head on over here. Th