“Why did I hear only one dirt bike?” Ben asked, frowning as he looked out the big windows. “Oh, god. Becky!”
“Pacing is not going to make them come back any faster,” Luke remarked from the floor of the living room. He rolled on to his stomach and started his push-ups. “All you’re going to do… is wear a path… in the carpet.”
Becky stopped pacing just long enough to glare at him. “Sorry. I just really want to go for a ride. That was so much fun.”
“I know it is.”
Finally, she left the windows and sat on the arm of the couch. With folded arms, she watched him silently for a long while. Luke ignored her. There was something on her mind, something that had been bugging her since the end of school, but he’d been too preoccupied with his own issues to ask. Now that he had managed to put Carol’
