Tucker fills this book with so much love and hope and moments of happiness, it makes it such an amazing read. And I love it just as much as I did before. It’s a simple truth that turns out to be not so simple after all. It would be foolish of her to kindle a romance, to take the same path her parents tried-and failed at-years ago.

As his undercurrent of disapproval dwindles, it’s replaced by friendship-or perhaps something deeper? But Calla is not in Alaska to stay and Jonah will never leave. As time passes, she unexpectedly finds herself forming a bond with the burly pilot. Jonah is probably right, but Calla is determined to prove him wrong. And he’s clearly waiting with one hand on the throttle to fly this city girl back to where she belongs, convinced that she’s too pampered to handle the wild. While she struggles to adjust to this new subarctic environment, Jonah-the quiet, brooding, and proud Alaskan pilot who keeps her father’s charter plane company operational-can’t imagine calling anywhere else home. She braves the roaming wildlife, the odd daylight hours, the exorbitant prices, and even the occasional-dear God-outhouse, all for the chance to connect with her father: a man who, despite his many faults, she can’t help but care for. But when her father reaches out to inform her that his days are numbered, Calla knows that it’s time to make the long trip back to the remote frontier town where she was born.

Calla never looked back, and at twenty-six, a busy life in Toronto is all she knows. Calla Fletcher was two when her mother took her and fled the Alaskan wild, unable to handle the isolation of the extreme, rural lifestyle, leaving behind Calla’s father, Wren Fletcher, in the process.

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