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    Luke saw my approach and straightened. He was wearing the same jeans as before, but his shirt today was a dark V-neck that accentuated the paleness of his hair and eyes. “Hello, lovely. You’re pretty as pretty today.”
    My cheeks warmed. “What are you doing here?”
    He shrugged with a smile. “Satisfying my curiosity.” His pale blue eyes dropped to the clover still in my fingers, and somehow he lost his smile. “Where did you get that?”
    “My mom found it. Aren’t they supposed to bring good luck?”
    “And other things.” Luke gestured at Rye. “This beast yours?”
    His tone was affectionate, though Rye gave him no reason to be—he was still crouched in the grass, hair spiked stiffly on his shoulders.
    “Rye. Yeah. He’s ancient. We’ve had him as long as I can remember, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.”
    “He looks like a good dog.” Luke’s face was turned from me as he said it, but his voice sounded wistful. “Like a clever dog.”
    “He is.”
    We both started at the sound of the kitchen door opening. Delia called out, “Why don’t you both come inside? It’s hot out there!” An interrogation session was clearly in the making.
    Before I could reply, Luke shouted, “Back in an hour! We’re getting ice cream!”
    I looked at him intently.
    “You wanted saving, didn’t you?” he said.
    I didn’t know how to reply. I’d never had any real experience with boys in high school, and I had a feeling that even if I’d had, none of it would have applied to Luke Dillon.
    Luke took out his keys—no key fob, I noticed, but plenty of keys. Fifteen or twenty of them. My own key ring had two keys and a fob shaped like a fish. I wondered if your key ring said something about you.
    “Let me go get my money,” I said finally.
    Luke opened the passenger side door for me. “I’m buying. Sorry about the car. It looks bad, but the fumes usually stay on the outside.”
    I hesitated for just a minute before getting into the old Audi. Inside the car it was hot and airless, despite the fact that Luke had only just gotten out of it, and the seats were of the soft, blue, fuzzy variety that I remembered from all of my grandmother’s cars. It smelled like Luke inside; the same smell I remembered when he leaned close yesterday. The memory sent another prickling through my stomach.
    Luke climbed into the other side of the car and turned knobs and hit buttons as deftly as he’d played the flute; soon, cool air was wafting from the vents. It reminded me of the four-leaf clover, fluttering into my hand earlier. I shivered.
    “Too cold?” He turned it down and, as if reading my thoughts, looked at the four-leaf clover I still held. “You don’t need that.”
    As he backed out of the driveway, I set the clover on the dash and looked at it. “Everyone needs good luck.”
    “Not you, Dee. You manage it all by yourself. Quite impressively.” He paused at the end of the driveway, rolled down the window, and flung the clover into the road. “Where’s a good place to get ice cream?”
    “You’re chucking my luck,” I said. “And actually, I work at an ice cream shop.”
    “Sweet!” Luke paused. “Too cheesy?”
    I laughed, too late. “I didn’t realize you were trying to be funny.”
    Luke groaned as he turned right out of the driveway. “You wound me deeply with your careless words: ‘Trying to be.’”
    I grinned at him. “You’ll just have to try harder.”
    “Duly noted. Now, how do I get to this place?”
    “You’re heading the right way already. It’s about a mile up here, on the left. Dave’s Ice.” But you knew that already, didn’t you? I looked hard at him, and he looked back at me with an equally intent look before turning his eyes to the road.
    “I thought I remembered seeing it when I came in,” he said. “I remember thinking it was an ice cream day.”
    Of course it was an ice cream day. Why shouldn’t it be? It struck me that we’d come to a