The Longest Ride(132)

“Did you at least text your mom?”



“Yeah,” he said. If he wondered how she’d known about his habit of doing that, he didn’t ask. Sophia folded her hands in her lap.



“I guess you know what I’ll ask next, right?”



Luke squinted at her. “Why am I here?”



“You shouldn’t have come. I don’t want you here. Especially right after you get back from an event. Because —”



“You can’t live like this.”



“No,” she said. “I can’t.”



“I know,” he said. He sighed before turning sideways in his seat to face her. “I came here to tell you that I can’t either. As of tonight, I’m retired. For good, this time.”



“You’re quitting?” she asked, disbelief in her voice.



“I’ve already quit.”



She wasn’t sure how to respond. Should she congratulate him? Sympathize? Express her relief?



“I also came by to ask if you were doing anything this weekend. Or if you had anything pressing on Monday? Like tests or papers.”



“I have a paper due next Thursday, but other than that, just a couple of classes. What did you have in mind?”



“Just a little break to get my head straight. Before my battery died, I called and talked to my mom about it, and she thinks it’s a good idea.” He let out a long breath. “I was thinking of driving up to the cabins, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me.”



She still had trouble absorbing everything he’d just said or figuring out whether to believe it. Could he be telling the truth? Had he really given up riding for good?



With his eyes fixed on her, she whispered, “Okay.”





Upstairs in their room, she found Marcia packing a duffel bag.



“What are you doing?”



“I’m going to drive home tonight. I just need to sleep in my own bed, you know? I’ll be out of here in a minute or two.”



“It’s okay,” Sophia said. “It’s your room, too.”



Marcia nodded, continuing to throw items into her bag. Sophia shifted from one foot to the other. “Thanks for texting me. And for what you did with the phone down there.”



“Yeah, well, he deserved it. He was acting… crazy.”



“It was more than that,” Sophia said.



Marcia looked up for the first time. “You’re welcome.”



“He probably won’t remember much of it.”



“It doesn’t matter.”



“It does if you like him.”



Marcia debated that for an instant before shaking her head. Sophia had the sense she’d come to some sort of conclusion even if she wasn’t quite sure what it was.



“Is Luke gone yet?”



“He went to get some gas and to pick up some supplies. He’ll be back in a few minutes.”



“Seriously? I hope he keeps the doors locked this time.” She zipped up her bag and then focused on Sophia again. “Wait… why’s he coming back? I thought you said you broke up with him.”



“I did.”



“But?”



“How about we talk about it next week – when you get back. Because right now, I’m not completely sure what’s happening with us.”



Marcia accepted that, then started toward the door before stopping again.



“I’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I have the sense that everything is going to work out between you two. And if you want my opinion, I think that’s a good thing.”





In the mountains, the snowfall had been heavy and the roads were icy in places, which meant they didn’t reach the cabins until nearly four in the morning. The grounds resembled a pioneer camp, long since abandoned. Despite the absence of light anywhere, Luke unerringly guided his truck to a stop in front of the same cabin where they’d stayed before, the key dangling from the lock.



Inside, the cabin was frigid, the thin plank walls doing little to keep the cold at bay. He’d told her to pack both a hat and mittens, and she wore them along with her jacket while Luke got the fireplace and the woodstove burning. The skidding, slipping drive had kept her on edge all night, but now that they had arrived, she felt exhaustion catching up with her.



They went to bed fully clothed in their jackets and hats, falling asleep within minutes. When Sophia woke hours later, the house had warmed considerably, though not enough for her to walk around without several layers of clothing. She reasoned that a cheap motel would have been more comfortable, but when she took in the scene outside the window, she was struck again by how beautiful it was here. Icicles hung from the branches, glittering in the sunlight. Luke was already in the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon and eggs filled the air.