Starry Night

outdoors and the wilderness nearly enough. He wanted to awaken a sense of adventure in people to get excited about what’s outside their front doors.”
    “It worked,” her mother said. “I wonder if he knows all the outdoor groups his book has inspired.”
    “I told him about that, but I don’t believe he truly grasps the extent of it. I think he finds it all rather humbling. Finn never sought the national spotlight. In hindsight, I wonder if he’d have written the book if he’d known what a sensationit would cause.” His motives were good. If Carrie had learned anything in the time they’d been together, it was that he deeply loved Alaska and that he had respect for nature.
    “Sweetheart, just where do you think this relationship is headed?” her mother asked, clearly concerned for Carrie.
    She appreciated her mother’s question. “I don’t know, and I don’t think Finn does, either. For right now, we’re taking it one day at a time. And, Mom, you won’t believe what he sent me. He actually mailed me a toaster. It looks like an antique.”
    “A what?”
    “You heard me right. A toaster. I realize it probably has some special significance to him that he wanted to share with me. But if that’s the case, he hasn’t explained it yet. I have it in my kitchen.”
    Her mother chuckled. “Oh, dear, Carrie. Listen, honey. I don’t want to burst your bubble. You’re new into this relationship, and this is a honeymoon period, but soon enough reality is going to settle in. I don’t want you to set yourself up for heartache. Just be careful, okay?”
    “I will, Mom.” And while she agreed, Carrie couldn’t help thinking that love would see her and Finn through any obstacle. She was crazy for this guy, toaster and all.
    Once they’d finished chatting, Carrie returned to her computer. Finn was scheduled to phone, but he hadn’t,which concerned her. Just then her cell phone chirped, letting her know she had a text message.
    Carrie grabbed her phone.
    What are you doing?
    Listening to “Mary, Did You Know,” which was playing softly in the background. It was one of her favorite Christmas songs.
    A little early for Christmas music, isn’t it?
    Reading Finn’s text, she punched in her answer. Not for me. Besides, you have your Christmas decorations in your cabin. How are they holding up?
    He responded within seconds. Snowflakes dangling from my ceiling. Utterly ridiculous.
    But they are still up?
    Yes. Remind me of you.
    Very sweet, thank you.
    I look at them and think of the stars we saw that night.
    That incredible starry night. Makes me miss being with you all the more.
    G-r-r-r. Hennessey misses you.
    Hennessey? What about you?
    Finn texted back a smiley face.
    Carrie laughed. She had just tucked her cell phone in her jeans pocket when it rang. A sweet joy went through her when she saw it was Finn. So she was going to get her phone call after all.
    “Hi,” she said.
    “Hi. It seemed ridiculous to be texting you when we could be talking.”
    “I agree. You must be in Fairbanks. I had no idea you spent that much time in town.”
    “Generally, I don’t. Fact is, until these last few days, it’s been weeks since I was at the condo.”
    In other words, he’d come into town in order to be able to communicate more easily with her. Finn wasn’t a romantic man. The fact that he would mail her a toaster told her it was highly unlikely that he would look to win her heart with flowers or jewels.
    “I had bread from my toaster for breakfast this morning.” She mentioned this so he’d know that she’d put his gift to good use.
    “That isn’t much of a breakfast.”
    “I was in a hurry to get to church. I’m in the choir, and we had an early practice for the Christmas pageant.”
    “You sing, too?”
    “I’m an alto. I harmonize well. Come to think of it, I play well with others, too.”
    “Clearly you’re a woman of many talents.”
    She ran her fingers through a tousle of dark curls. “I’d like to think so.”
    They spoke for an hour until her cell phone battery was nearly depleted. Before they ended their conversation, Finntold her he would be out of reach for a couple of days, checking the pipeline outside of Fairbanks.
    “I’ll survive,” she assured him. Although she made it sound as if it wouldn’t trouble her, she was already dreading not hearing from him.
    “Maybe you’ll survive, but I’m not sure about me.”
    “Finn.” She laughed, her heart warmed by his words.