She raced to get ready on time and was in the kitchen feeding Jessie when she heard a knock on the door. Luke came in at her call. She stood up from scooping Jessie’s food, her heart skipping at the sight of him. He looked as if he’d been in the sun for the last few days. The green of his eyes stood out against his sun-burnished skin. His dark hair was tousled, which she’d come to learn was its typical state. She loved the disorderly curls that tended to fall across his forehead. Her hair was still damp from the shower and her feet bare. She’d left herself no time to spare. She’d forgotten how the long Alaskan summer days didn’t offer a reminder of the time because the sun stayed up long past when dinner would usually occur. Luke reached down to pet Jessie who’d run to his side.
“Well, he
