Luke hadn’t really thought about himself having a type. But he supposed he did before Sarah. “She’s almost the opposite. She doesn’t need to make herself up to impress someone. She’s got a natural beauty and an inner beauty that you just can’t help but see. She’s a lot shorter than me and has dark, long hair. Her eyes are the color of brown sugar and she sings like an angel.”

“Good Lord, he’s in love.” Jason rolled his eyes, but the smile said he was happy for Luke. “And she knows next to nothing about us and the family business? Aren’t you concerned about her finding out and . . . things changing?”

It had happened several times in the past. “Very diplomatic, Jas. But I don’t need to worry about it. She’s wealthy and could care less about whether I had just this ranch or a multimillion-dollar business.”

Luke’s mom and dad exchanged a look he couldn’t really read, but he got they didn’t want him to be disappointed again by a woman who wanted something other than just him. They wanted him to be happy. He was. They’d see it as soon as Sarah arrived.

He checked his watch, wondering what was taking her so long, and knowing she probably got caught on a call or was corralling the boys.

“Jason, you’d be impressed with her business sense. I saw the financial statements for her company. She runs a tight ship. She’s increased her profits exponentially over the last two years and went from being in debt to generating hundreds of millions in profits.”

Jason whistled, impressed.

The knock on the door stopped all further conversation. Every eye in the room turned toward the door.

Chapter Thirty

Sarah stood on Luke’s porch, her stomach tied in knots. Would his family like her? Had he told them about her? Did they know she had two children? Would it matter to them?

Given that Margaret was a longtime family friend of Luke’s parents, Sarah wondered if they would have the same preconceived ideas about her that Luke did when he met her, because of Margaret’s anger toward her.

She really didn’t want to spend the whole night convincing them she wasn’t the money-grubbing monster Margaret had made her out to be.

Mustering her courage, she knocked on the door, setting off a new wave of uncertainty and a billion butterflies in her stomach.

“Do I look pretty?” She didn’t normally ask such things, but she wanted to make a good impression.

The black slacks and cream-colored cashmere short-sleeved sweater were comfortable and classic. Luke always saw her with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Tonight she’d secured the sides at the back of her head with a gold clip and let the rest spill down her back in long waves. Her black strappy heels would probably bring her up to Luke’s nose if she was lucky. Careful with her makeup, she went with a natural look for her eyes, with subtle brown shadow and liner. The black mascara brought out her long lashes and made her light brown eyes stand out. She painted her lips a subtle wine color.