Chapter Two
Luke had spent far too long the previous night alternating between talking himself into getting dressed and knocking on Milly Richardson’s door, and talking himself back out of it again. He swore as—for the third time in half an hour—he jammed his fingers in the doorframe that he was trying to sand down.
Usually, Luke loved the hard but slow work he was doing, renovating a decrepit old house he’d purchased for a tiny sum. The old place wasn’t even close to being habitable—hence his staying in the cheapest motel room he could find—but until last night he’d barely noticed anything about the room he’d taken to sleep and shower in.
He still couldn’t believe he’d run into Milly the previous night. Tall and leggy, slender and impish, Milly had been an enormous part of his teenage
