Sam called, “where are you going in such a hurry?” He saw Megan hurrying toward her car, her arms filled with books and homework. Surprised, Megan whirled around toward the voice. Her pulse quickened. Sam Holt was dressed in a gray suit, light blue shirt and dark blue tie. Nonplussed, she watched him approach. The change in him was startling. Without the flight suit, the image of the pilot disappeared. His smile went straight to her heart, and she drowned in the warmth mirrored in his cobalt eyes. “I almost didn’t get here in time,” Sam said congenially in way of a greeting, and halted in front of Megan. She looked pretty in the peach shirt-dress, her red hair a lovely complement against the color of the silky fabric. He saw gold flecks in her green eyes and hoped that it meant she was happy to see him. “Hello, Captain,” Megan said uncertainly. How devastatingly handsome he looked in a suit. Any corporation would scoop him up in a second, she thought disjointedly. Sam touched the lapel of his jacket, giving her a distressed look.
