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Oliver and Piper are polar opposites. He’s a cranky, brooding billionaire and she’s an artistic genius who creates brilliant metalwork sculptures and a sweetheart to boot.
“I’m trying to get them to come to Whitby to visit while you’re here. They are always so busy.”
“That would be great. I would love to see both of them.”
“It’s been, what, four months?”
“Yeah about that. Since Luke’s show in the city.”
Archer sticks his head out of the door to the mess hall, the sounds of children laughing and talking leaking out into the night. “Babe, where’s the Alka-Seltzer tablets?”
“They’re in the cupboard above the art supplies.”
He leans a little farther out the door. “Are you sure? I looked there.”
“Did you do a man-look?”
He groans. “I’ll check again.” The door shuts, wiping out the noise of the kids.
“Man-look?” I ask.
“Seriously. The man can spot a hawk flying in the sky three miles into the distance but ask him to grab the ketchup out of the door of the fridge and he’s suddenly blind.”
I chuckle.
She shifts toward me. “Uh, speaking of Luke, Mindy might be in the area next week and—”
“No.” I lift my hand.
She reaches out and taps my fingers. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I know what you’re going to say, and if Mindy is coming home to visit, let me know when and I can make myself scarce.”
“But Taylor—”
I stand. “I’m going to go find Jake.”
“Really?”
“I’m sorry, Finley. It’s been a long day, and I can’t right now. Go help Archer find the Alka-Seltzer. I’m not mad at you, I just... I’m not ready.”
Spinning away, I head in the direction Jake disappeared.
I don’t want to think about Mindy.
Turning my face to the sky, I take a deep breath and exhale to let out all the negative energy that Mindy’s name incites. The stars are out, stretched overhead in a tapestry of twinkling lights.
Voices and laughter echo on the breeze. Following the sound, I take the path leading away from the camp, meandering up the incline.
Where the hill crests, a couple of groups are clustered around two telescopes set about twenty feet apart.
Atticus sticks out like a skyscraper in the center of a field of stumps since he’s two heads taller and twice as broad as anyone else up there, including Jake.
He’s bent over one of the scopes while a couple of smaller forms crowd around him. He steps back to let one of the kids look into the eyepiece.
“Taylor.” Jake waves at me, drawing my attention.
Jake is standing by the other telescope with a group of three teens, more sitting on a felled log behind him.
