“Where’s my suitcase?” He glanced back toward Hurley. “I left it in the kitchen at Buried Treasure.” Rita’s throat tugged with so much gravity she had to circle it with two hands. “What if I hadn’t figured it out?” Her brother’s sigh joined forces with the desert wind to ruffle her hair. “Then we would’ve had to come back. Or Jasper would have brought it to you. And maybe by then you’d have figured it out.”
