“I’d actually been meaning to ask you about that.”
“So this wasn’t just a social call?” Casey raised an eyebrow and was rewarded with two pink spots on the tips of his ears.
“The muffin is a serious matter.” He frowned and Casey, taking another bite, readily agreed.
“That mountain across the lake—what’s it called?” He pointed to the sight that had captivated Casey since she first traipsed around the lake. She’d been looking for solitude then. But she’d also wanted something else, something indefinable in the paths that wound away from the main parts of the camp. Paths that seemed as if they led nowhere but instead opened into some of the best views of the lake and the rolling ranges all around.
Casey stepped past him and stood outside the cabin in her thick striped socks, breathing dee
