Hearing a car come down the driveway, Harper glanced up to see Lucas park his SUV and walk towards him. In blue Hawaiian board shorts, a faded, royal blue T-shirt, and flip-flops, Lucas could have been a model from a surfing catalog, all golden and tan. Harper couldn’t even muster a smile for the gorgeous surfer dude.
“Hey. I saw you sitting over here looking defeated and got worried. You okay?” Lucas shifted his weight as he clipped his sunglasses on the neck of his T-shirt.
With a fake smile, Harper replied, “Mostly. I sorta fought with the barn.”
“Did you win at least?” Lucas smiled back before he noticed Harper’s bloody knuckles and frowned. He moved to sit cross-legged on the grass two feet in front of Harper. “How bad’s the hand?”
“I don’t think it’s broken. It’ll be okay once I
