USUALLY AFTER A LONG day on the lake, Casey wanted to sink into her cabin and relax. But even tiring herself out rowing hadn’t quieted the restlessness inside. What was going on with her? She sat on a rock and used her socks to dry her feet before putting the socks and her hiking boots back on. Then she traipsed up the path to check in with Geller at registration.
He was sitting at the desk, using a ruler to make new lines in the ledger. She’d tried to show him how to do it on the computer, but he didn’t want one in the office. She’d also suggested graph paper, lined paper, printing out pages the way he liked it, even eyeballing instead of measuring outright. But Geller knew what he wanted, and she couldn’t fault him for that. Mostly she figured that he needed something to keep him occupi
