“Thanks.”
They discussed techniques for several minutes while Lindsay and Evie fawned over the images. Despite their bubbly praise, Luke retained his polite demeanor, and Skye was all the more impressed.
“Luke!” someone called.
A teenaged girl with dark hair and lively gray eyes, maybe a year or two younger than Luke, trotted over and threw her arms around him. He hugged her tightly in return. No girlfriend, huh? Skye mused.
“Hey, it’s about time I get to see you!”
“Sorry, Becky. I would’ve swung by the ranch, but I didn’t get in until late last night. Practice ran long.”
“Eh. No worries,” the girl replied. She turned her smile on Skye and Lindsay, extending her hand first to the redhead, then to Skye. “Hi, I’m Becky Epperson.”
“Lindsay Miller.”
“Skye Hathaway.” When she glanced at
