When Luke drove through an open gate, then stopped to close it behind them, her excitement spiked. They must be close. Not far beyond the gate were mounds of pale yellow mine tailings, and Luke turned up a steep driveway just before them. After two switchbacks, the road curved a little to the right, and a cozy, two-story log cabin with big, bright front windows came into view.
“Wow,” Ryan breathed.
“Home sweet home,” Luke murmured.
He parked beside the two trucks off to the right and shut the Jeep down. By the time they’d both climbed out of the vehicle into the cool night, a slender blonde woman Ryan recognized as June Conner had stepped out onto the front deck. Ryan guessed the tall, dark-haired man with his arm around her waist was her husband, Ben. She knew Luke was adopted, but the
