Chapter 18
Luke stepped through the kitchen door, entering the house from the garage.
“Luke honey, it’s so good to see you!” his mother said, approaching from the living room.
She enveloped him in a hug, stepping back to cup his face. “Look at you, just as handsome as ever.”
“Good to see you too, Mom.” Luke stepped back when his mother let her hands fall. “How was your trip?” he asked.
His mother, Iris, looked youthful in her midsixties. She was responsible for the black curls all three brothers had. Her black curls were long, glossy, and shot through with silver now. She also had the green eyes that Luke and Jared had inherited. She was tall and willowy, tending to dress in soft, flowing clothes of bright colors. Today, she wore a cream colored blouse paired with a gauzy blue skirt a
