Chapter 6
Doug pulled the Jeep into an empty spot at the edge of a graveled parking lot, beside a long building made of rough-hewn logs. Or maybe some other material designed to look that way, since it featured so many big windows and a broad deck overlooking the lake.
Not exactly a typical design feature for a historical building. Either way, the effect was nice.
He couldn’t stop wondering if Quinn had decided to make a run for it back to St. Louis after all.
He hoped not, but he’d understand if she did. Despite flashes of comfort between them, most of the house tour/walk down memory lane had been awkward at best.
He turned off the engine, deciding to grab dinner for himself and watch the sun set over the lake even if she didn’t make it.
The broad slate-blue expanse of Lake Carlyle
