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“She and her husband, Corey, live in Grand Rapids.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, he’s a surgeon at Spectrum. She’s Gabby Reynolds now.”
“I didn’t know she got married.”
“It was a small family-only wedding a few years ago.”
Skylar shook her head. “So much has changed. I’ll have to look her up and congratulate her.”
Ari smiled. “So, are you staying here tonight then?”
“We are. I called and talked to your mom. She said there were a couple of rooms available for us.”
Ari clicked around on the computer and rolled her eyes. “She always says that without checking the computer. And as I suspected, she didn’t put you in the reservation system. Let me check to see what we’ve got.” She clicked around some more. “We do have one private cabin left. Is that okay? There’s only one bed, but we can get you a cot.” She looked between the two of them apologetically.
Skylar glanced at Franky.
“Your call,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“That’ll be perfect,” Skylar told Ari. She couldn’t control the butterflies that had taken off in her stomach at the thought of sharing a cabin, just the two of them.
“Sorry about Mama. She’s computer illiterate, even though we’ve been using these things for decades now.”
“No worries. I’m just glad you have a place for us. We’re heading up to walk the bridge tomorrow, and Franky’s never been here, so I thought it would be nice to come stay and shave a little time off our drive tomorrow.”
“Oh, fun. Have you walked the bridge before?”
“No. Have you?”
“Tons of times. We used to go as a family when we were little.”
“Is it scary?” Skylar asked.
“Not really. They used to only close one side of the bridge for walkers, so when the cars drove by on the other, you could feel that, and the rumble of the tires over the grated sections was kind of loud and freaky, but now they close down the whole bridge, so it should be much more peaceful for you.” She reached behind the desk and handed over a key to the cabin. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you want Luca to help with your bags? I can get him if you want.”
“That’s okay,” Franky abruptly replied before Skylar could respond. “I’ll handle our bags.”
“All right.” Ari raised an eyebrow, probably as curious about Franky’s sudden reply as Skylar was. “You’re all set.”
Skylar gave Ari a friendly wave on the way out of the building, and they walked along the path that led to the private cabins.
“That was very gentlemanly of you.” Skylar glanced at Franky, who had her bag over one shoulder, his over the other, and was pulling her suitcase behind him.
“I am very manly. Thanks for noticing,” Franky joked.
“Gentlemanly, I said.”
“Gentle and manly. Two of my best qualities.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?”
He didn’t reply to that but changed the subject. “Nice you had a little walk down memory lane in there.”