Chapter Sixteen
Madison
I looked around the large timber-frame-style building with wide plank hardwood floors and exposed beams. The restaurant was on one end of the hotel with windows looking out over the lake. The setting sun cast a watercolor of pinks and lavenders over the water’s surface. The bar ran the length of one wall, and tables and booths occupied the rest of the space. The place suited Alaska. Living in Alaska, it felt as if I was toeing the edge of the wild.
Allie wanted me to try the caribou burger with fries, so I did. After we ordered, Allie chattered about school, occasionally catching her ponytail in her fingers and twirling it in circles. I couldn’t help the tension humming in my body. It seemed impossible to be near Graham without that electricity crackling to life.
