He takes a deep breath and turns away, his carry-on slung over one broad shoulder, his boarding pass and passport dangling from between two pinched fingers. I still haven’t grown accustomed to seeing him without a beard, though I’ll admit I’ve enjoyed admiring that chiseled jawline and those dimples.
The Uber driver shuttling me home after this parting will have the privilege of a sobbing mess in their backseat.Īn unreadable look flashes across Jonah’s icy blue eyes. A bliss-filled blur that I’m not ready to let go of yet.
The past four days with Jonah in Toronto have been a blur. I can’t manage words around the flaring lump in my throat, and so I simply nod. It's a simple truth that turns out to be not so simple after all.“So … I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” It would be foolish of her to kindle a romance, to take the same path her parents tried-and failed at-years ago.
As his undercurrent of disapproval dwindles, it's replaced by friendship-or perhaps something deeper? But Calla is not in Alaska to stay and Jonah will never leave. As time passes, she unexpectedly finds herself forming a bond with the burly pilot. Jonah is probably right, but Calla is determined to prove him wrong. And he's clearly waiting with one hand on the throttle to fly this city girl back to where she belongs, convinced that she's too pampered to handle the wild. While she struggles to adjust to this rugged environment, Jonah-the unkempt, obnoxious, and proud Alaskan pilot who helps keeps her father's charter plane company operational-can't imagine calling anywhere else home. She braves the roaming wildlife, the odd daylight hours, the exorbitant prices, and even the occasional-dear God-outhouse, all for the chance to connect with her father: a man who, despite his many faults, she can't help but care for. But when Calla learns that Wren’s days may be numbered, she knows that it's time to make the long trip back to the remote frontier town, to attempt to fix their estranged relationship. Calla never looked back, and at twenty-six, a busy life in Toronto is all she knows. Calla Fletcher wasn’t even two when her mother took her and fled the Alaskan bush, unable to handle the isolation of the extreme, rural lifestyle, leaving behind Calla's father, Wren Fletcher, in the process.
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