LUKE
My attitude is sour as I pull down the dirt road toward the farmhouse. I try to shake the thoughts that are clouding my mind. I don't want my bad attitude to scare Kat away. She has already had a bad day.
As I pull up to the farmhouse, I begin to unload everything that I had picked up at the hardware store and stack it on the front porch. The Texas sun is beating down on me while I unload the supplies. I rip off my shirt over my head and toss it on the ground beside my truck. A small gasp catches my attention.
Kat appears in the doorway, and her bright green eyes stare at me in shock. Shamelessly, she trails her eyes over my bare chest, and her breathing begins to become erratic. She wipes her forehead with her arm, smearing dirt and sawdust across her face.
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