Luke was leaning in the kitchen entry. His hair was still wet and tucked behind his ears.

“You scared me… again!” I laughed with an all too familiar embarrassment.

He said nothing, just stood there with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and looked me over.

Luke chuckled. Lord, he is hot in those faded jeans and that white t-shirt against his golden-brown skin.

“What?” I asked shyly.

“I see you traded ...