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Ok, so Chapter #2. This is going to be a flashback chapter from Luke's POV. Kind of get some insight into what he was thinking in the first chapter. I am NOT going to italicize the flashback part since it's the vast majority of this chapter. So I'm going to put a page break line thingy where it starts. You should be able to tell where it is.. lol

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The sound of cowboy boots on pavement made him look up from the sad situation that was presently the General's engine, to see something he thought he'd never see again. There, walking down the middle of the street towards them, was Katie Davenport. There was something different about her... The way she walked, the way she looked around her like she'd never been to Hazzard before... It was strange. Sure, he hadn't seen her since she left for college three years ago, but really, how long was three years... Not long enough to make those memories any less clear.

Cooter never said anything about her coming back. Which was strange for Cooter, since he couldn't keep a secret if his fool life depended on it! Then again, if you broke a promise you made with Katie, she dismantle your car with that 3/8 cresent wrench she usually packed around with her.

Their eyes met. Her brown eyes softened, and a little smile took its place on her face. A million memories played in his mind...


They were sitting in the loft of the Duke barn staring out at the clear night sky. Luke was leaning against the 2x6 that framed the big window in the north side of the barn, one leg hanging out the big opening. Katie was curled up in his lap, her red head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

They did this a lot. Just relaxing, or talking, spending time together. Plus, it was the only place where they could get away from Bo and Daisy. They could see them coming from up here and had time to formulate a defense. He figured that Bo was jealous of Katie, spending more time with Luke than he got to anymore. But the kid was just getting into Senior High, he'd soon understand that girls were more than just good to throw snakes and spiders at.

He looked down to where she was leaning on his chest, looking out at the clear Hazzard night. Her long, messy, red ringlets fell down her back from underneath the old blue cap she always wore. She looked like an angel, a hayseed angel in work boots. He smiled at the line he used to describe her sometimes. She was an all-natural Hazzard born farm girl that had all the right curves in all the right places, had the prettiest face you ever seen, and soft brown eyes that burned gold in the hot Hazzard sun… It wasn't just looks that made Luke stick around, (although that may have been the initial reason.) she knew how to work, she wasn't scared to get dirty and break off a few finger nails. She was a mechanical genius, but he figured that just came with the territory, she was a Davenport after all.

She was the only girl that Luke had ever been with that liked these quiet moments. She didn't force him to talk, didn't force him to do anything. She wasn't clingy; she actually respected his need for personal space every now and then. She was different. She scared him. He'd never felt anything like that with a girl before. It was like a light switch coming on, and suddenly he could see. He'd talked to Uncle Jesse about her even. He was scared to death; of her, and of losing her. Jesse called it love. He wasn't convinced. That was a word he used to get lucky! He and Katie never even got that far yet.

He bit his lip, he wanted to say something, tell her how he felt. He didn't usually have to worry about making the first move, or any moves for that matter, most girls were more than willing to tell him how they felt. Good or bad. Katie was changing him, and he couldn't be happier. He set his cheek down on her shoulder, squeezing her tight. She turned her head, (good thing she had her cap on backwards or it would've hit him in the head) to meet his eyes, their faces only inch or so apart.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" she asked with a bit of a giggle.

"Not a lot," he replied, "Just looking at you." he smiled. She smiled that little lopsided smile back at him. Her brown eyes sparkled in the dim moonlight. Her hand came up from where it was in his own up to his hair, playing with his dark curls. It felt good. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

Next thing he knew, those familiar lips were on his. Soft and sweet. He kissed back, just as softly. He opened his eyes the same time she did as they pulled away from each other. She was so damn pretty.

"I love you." he whispered, but he knew she could hear.

"I love you too." she whispered back. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him. He turned so his back was to the hay covered floor of the loft and laid back. They made a promise to each other that night. True love.


He was brought out of his reverie by Katie hugging him. It felt good, it felt right, but it felt all wrong at the same time. She left him. He'd made a promise to her. He'd broken that promise. He backed away from her and looked into her eyes, trying to hide the truth from her. He turned away to lean on the General, to protect it. After all, you break a promise to Katie, she'll break your car.