Chapter Twenty-Three
Levi
Later that night, I rolled my truck to a stop, glancing in my rear view mirror as Lucy’s headlights reflected in the driveway behind me. It wasn’t quite dark yet. Dinner at my parents generally didn’t run too late. I turned my engine off and climbed out, walking around to meet Lucy once her truck rolled to a stop beside mine.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair windblown. Before we left, my father had insisted on taking her on a walk through my mother’s gardens. He liked to show them off because he knew how much my mother loved them. She grew everything that could be grown in this part of Alaska, from vegetables to apple and cherry trees to perennials scattered about the property.
Lucy looked up at me once she closed the truck door behind her. “That was nice
