The stuffed rabbits cramming the living room hutch eyed Luke with bright eyes as he walked through on his way to the kitchen, where Robert was making pancakes and muffins. “Good heavens,” Robert said, his whisk stopped in midair. “So early! After such a late night!” Luke’s eyebrows rose. “Eleven o’clock?” “Well, later than I expected you’d be. I gather Jessica gave you a ride; I caught a glimpse of her car.” “Yes,” Luke said, amused. “But I don’t want to impose on her again and it seems there’s no place to rent a car. Would it be possible for me to use your truck again? I’d pay you whatever a rental car would cost.” “How long would you want it?” “I don’t know.” Robert whisked thoughtfully. “You booked your room for three nights; someone else is coming in after that.” “If I’m still here, I’ll change to another one.” “We’ll be full. A bike group from Vancouver.” “Well, I’m not going to worry about it now.” Impatiently, he brushed it aside.
