“I’m proud of you,” Ryan murmured. “You deserve to be happy.”
“I am happy,” he replied. “Because I am loved by the people who matter most. You. Mom and Dad. Kyle and Corrie. Alex. Pat and Aelissm.”
“And the whole of Northstar,” Ryan added. “And speaking of Northstar, let’s go drag your foster son away from the computer lab and head home. I’m still a little surprised he doesn’t want to go to Winter Ball.”
“Hmm.” Luke lifted his hands, palms up, as if to weigh the choices. “Stuffy semi-formal dance or a moonlit snowmobile ride with Ant O’Neil and Will Hammond on the Lazy H? Yeah. Tough choice. However, if Brianna hadn’t already left on Christmas vacation, it might be a different story.”
“Okay, you’re right. So let’s go.”
“We could have watched Kyle and Corrie,” Ryan remarked. Luke stood
