“Where should we drop you off?” Ian asked when they crested the last hill outside Lost Harbor.
It took her a moment to answer. A rush of emotion washed over her at the sight of Misty Bay and the little town nestled in the curve of the long arm of land that formed the boardwalk. The backdrop of majestic snowcapped mountain peaks, jagged against the indigo twilight sky, made Lost Harbor look tiny and insignificant, just a collection of fairy lights clinging to the edge of the wilderness.
From this distance, she couldn’t make out the old lighthouse, but she could see the rocky promontory where it sat. Her original plan had been to drive straight to Yatesville, but that was before Prince Valiant had broken down. She couldn’t ask them to drive all the way out there.
Honestly, she was a littl
