“I think I’ll take option C and let Mom figure it out.”
He tucked the last handful gently in the basket and looked up just in time to see Mike Thompson’s bright yellow Chevy extended cab—his graduation present—roll up the driveway of the Ramshorn. Luke watched from his vantage point on the hill beside the lodge, half-hidden behind a young subalpine fir as Mike stopped in front of the lodge to let Jenny and Andrea out before driving on to turn around in the parking area by the pools. When he continued down the driveway and out of sight, Luke felt a pang of unease. Should he think it odd that Mike hadn’t even stopped in to say hello? It struck him as a little odd because his dirt bike was in plain sight in its usual spot across from the lodge. Then again… maybe Mike was feeling as awkward a
