Remember by Karen Kingsbury Page B

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    This trip to New York was just one more bit of evidence.
    Luke felt as if he were flying-the view from the eighty-ninth floor of the north tower of the World Trade Center was that amazing.
    Reagan’s father, Tom Decker, was giving the tour, with Luke and Reagan trailing a few feet behind him.
    “I can’t believe this,” Luke whispered to Reagan.
    She giggled, her own voice barely audible. “Wait till you see his office.”
    Reagan was right. Her father led the way into a wood-paneled room, and Luke had to catch himself to keep from gasping out loud. The view was beyond anything Luke could have imagined. But he didn’t want Mr. Decker thinking he was out of his element. After all, one day soon he’d have a degree of his own and an office much like this one. At least he figured he would.
    “This is something else, sir.” Luke moved to the window and stared down. Viewing the city from eighty-nine floors up was surreal, almost like looking down from an airplane.
    “I like it,” Mr. Decker grinned. “Most people are pretty shocked when they come up for the first time.”
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    “I know I was.” Reagan looped her arm through her father’s. “The elevator ride alone is enough to make me queasy.”
    The phone on Mr. Decker’s desk rang, and for a moment he was caught in a conversation. Luke glanced at Reagan and raised his eyebrows. “Nice.” He mouthed the word, and she released her father’s arm and joined Luke near the window.
    She stared down, her forehead against the glass. “Looks like a postcard.”
    “I always thought I’d stay in Indiana.” He slid his hand a few inches down the windowsill so it was against hers. “But being here in New York-I don’t know.
    There’s something addicting about it. An excitement, an energy.” He caught her eye. “Like I won’t really have conquered the business world until I conquer it here.”
    Reagan grinned. “You’re kinda young to be conquering anything yet.”
    “Hey.” Luke nudged her with his elbow. “Give a guy a chance.”
    Behind them, Mr. Decker hung up the phone. “They need me down the hall for a quick meeting. Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes if you can wait.” He tapped his watch. “I’d like to take you to the top for lunch if you have time.”
    “Sure.” Reagan lifted one shoulder. “We have all day, right?” She looked at Luke.
    “Right.” “
    “And we’re seeing Riverdance tonight-is that what’s on the schedule?”
    “It is.” Reagan lowered her chin and gave Luke a warning look. “And no complaints from you guys, okay?”
    Luke stifled a grin and held his hands up. “Not me.”
    “Luke likes men in tights.” Mr. Decker gave him a light punch in the arm as he rounded his desk.
    “Especially Irish tights.”
    They could still hear Reagan’s father laughing as he closed his office door and headed down the hallway.
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    Luke stared at Reagan. “Can you see it?”
    “What?” Her eyes danced. She leaned against the window, facing him.
    “Me. In an office like this.” He gestured to the oversized leather chair behind the desk. “Working right next to your dad.”
    “I guess.” A quiet ripple of laughter sounded on her lips. Luke closed the gap between them. She was so beautiful, and she seemed so happy spending this past week with her parents. In fact, these last few days with Reagan and her family had been enough to convince him.
    One day-maybe one day soon-he would ask Reagan to marry him. They could have such a wonderful life together, maybe right here in New York. And no matter what hard times might come, the life of faith they would share together would feel like nothing but blue skies and sunsets. Day after day, year after year.
    He wanted to kiss her, to take her in his arms and pull her close the way he’d longed to since they’d left Bloomington together. But her constant nearness was getting to him. If he wanted to keep his thoughts pure, they needed space between