Apparently that statement sounded just as oddball as she’d predicted. Bo turned his entire body around on his seat and kneeled so he faced her. “Did you say Yatesville?”
“Yes. That’s what my grandfather called it. After Yates, which is our last name. He, uh, tried to secede from Alaska and form his own little territory, but that didn’t go anywhere. He had a lot of wild ideas and plans.”
Bo was still looking at her with fascinated dark-rimmed eyes. “What’s Yatesville like?”
“Honestly, it’s mostly a lot of acreage with some cabins and yurts and a half-finished house. Oh, and it has a lighthouse.”
“A lighthouse?”
lighthouse“Well, a non-functioning lighthouse. It was decommissioned years ago, before my grandfather bought the land. It appealed to his hermit tendencies. Alaska is home to a
