54Later that evening, Noah pulled into the parking lot of the Lakeshore Restaurant. The sun was touching the horizon, when he opened the truck door and reached for her hand—a politeness that seemed to surprise her. The night was cool, so she had put on the new, light-blue turtleneck and the multi-hued cardigan, the bright colors enhancing her fair, freckled skin.
They walked past a rambling spread of yellow wildflowers then onto a path that led to a high flight of concrete stairs. Double-decker tour boats, moored for the night, rocked gently on the dark surface of the lake. Smaller slips were occupied by motorboats of varying sizes, some well-equipped fishing and sports vessels, and others that were simply rowboats with small outboard motors. Bats dipped and soared above the black water s
