Chapter 8
Luke looked across the table at Hannah. She had relaxed during dinner, or so he thought. She was sipping on a glass of wine. The encounter with Cammi and Dara seemed to take an edge off. He couldn’t have planned it that way, but many of her friends were friends he’d made since they moved here. While Diamond Creek was small, there were circles of friends, many overlapping. He took advantage of her gazing out the window to take in the sight of her again. He wanted to touch her hair; it fell in glossy waves past her shoulders. The rich brown of her hair brought out the blue of her eyes. Her fingers toyed with the jade teardrop at her throat.
Luke had an internal tug-of-war going on. He was more interested in Hannah than was comfortable for him. This was the first time in years tha
