Chapter Fourteen
It was dark, cold, and far too quiet.
The dirt road, not much of one, looked to be taking them nowhere, and the bushes were overgrown in places, but Luke seemed to know exactly where he was going. A few cottages and houses had been built around the lake, but he had no idea how many homes were out here. It was a mix of summer places and homes people lived in all year, he thought. Luke pulled into a driveway up to a small darkened place bordering the lake, more a cabin than a house.
Brady couldn’t get her voice from his head. He shut his eyes, remembering how Perry had called her and he’d stood there like a fool in the dirt with three pairs of eyes on him, not knowing what to say to the girl he loved, who’d run off on him without a word and wouldn’t pick up the phone beca
