“Gonna be a rough crossing but we’ll make it. Done it hundreds of times. Take the middle seat, and hold on.”
Emerson stood at the bow, gunning the engine, steering them away from the pier, and soon they were off, the metal boat straining against the wild currents in a steady effort to cut sideways across the water. Conversation was difficult in the howling wind, stronger once they had cleared the land and were out on open water. Noah stared back at the rocky bluff which the Hatcher house was built upon, seeing that omnipresent yellow light coming from the second-floor window. Just as he’d seen across the inlet all these months. He could see a figure standing in the window, no doubt Stefan watching their progress. What was he doing, thinking? He wondered what emotion was rushing through St
