When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
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