Chasing Horizons - Gilbert Blythe

"Katherine stepped out, her silk skirts a stark contrast to the red mud of the road. She caught the eye of a local boy leaning against a fence post. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo or a cravat like the boys in Paris; his sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was a mess of dark curls. But when he tipped his cap and gave her a small, genuine smile, Kate felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the summer sun."