Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

I let my friend read that line and he laughed at me for some reason.  SO MEAN.

The sensation she felt at his touch was not exactly one she had never felt before.  There had been moments before where he'd said something sweet or touched her ear accidently in just the right way when she'd felt that stirring.  It had never been so strong as in this moment, but she had always been just as taken by surprise.  Luke was her friend - her best friend, truth be told.  There would never be anything between them, of that Harlyn was absolutely sure.  Her heart belonged to Mordecai, and the druid was utterly loyal in that.

Probably.

"Of course you have been," Harlyn replied fondly, shaking her head with a chuckle.  Luke was a self-proclaimed "fishkeeper" and likely had some fish blood running through his own veins for how much he loved being in the water.  She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that he taught everyone he ever met how to fish.  "It was good," she answered after a beat, "I met a couple of nice strangers, tried to take them home with me.  We'll see if either of them show up at some point."