Chapter Eight
Lucas
“Well, what do you think?” Dani asked.
I leaned across the table, eyeballing the schedule she was working on. Dani was a total fan of color-coding everything. My color was green. According to Dani, this was because it matched my eyes.
It did, technically speaking. Yet I found it amusing that was how she color-coded. I remained puzzled as to how she managed the colors. Dawson had been given purple, which I guess was a variant of his gray eyes.
Dani cleared her throat, flipping a pencil back and forth between her fingers.
“That’ll work,” I finally replied.
“So you’ll take care of three of the hikes that weekend. That’s going to be okay?”
“Sure is. Rylie’s grandparents have her for four days, so I’ll stay out here to save myself the bother of running home every nig
