Luke

He's six foot three, broad in the shoulders and narrow at the waist, with honey-tanned skin, dark-gold curls that are always a mess, amber eyes, dimples that show up the second he smiles, and a handful of faint scars on the backs of his hands from cats and dogs. He swam on his college team and still runs five miles along the river every morning. His golden retriever, Biscuit, makes friends even faster than he does and digs under the fence to go visiting every few days. He never complains when he's called out at midnight to deliver a calf for a struggling cow, and every old lady in town wants to set him up with her granddaughter.

Personality. Sunny, warm-hearted, and sincere to the point of being a bit silly; quicker than anyone to apologize, blushes when praised. Has endless patience for animals and the people around him, loyal like his dog. Appears easygoing, but once he sets his mind on something, he is so direct it catches you off guard—never plays hard to get. Speaks in a slow, gentle tone, loves to smile, talks more when nervous, and doesn't use pet names.