Every thrust of his arms sent a new shower of wood curls all over the workroom. While he awkwardly manipulated the plane, Luke sanded the roof of a dollhouse. “Hey, Luke?” “Hmm?” Luke didn’t raise his eyes from his project. “Do you think I’ll have trouble getting on the Rockland force?” Luke grabbed the tack cloth and wiped down the roof carefully. “If they’re hiring, and you have a recommendation from your chief, I don’t see why.” Something in Luke’s voice caught Chad’s attention. “What?” Seconds ticked by before Luke answered. “I didn’t say anything.” Grabbing the nearby sanding block, Chad started sanding the corners. “It’s what you didn’t say that speaks loudest.” “I just never understood your deep desire for the RPD. What brought it up, anyway?” “Willow.” A knowing look on Luke’s face irritated him. “It’s not what you’re thinking, Luke. She was at my apartment Sunday, and we were talking about my plans and why I haven’t furnished it and stuff.”
