“Don't you love it out here?” he asked as they both stared across the glassy lake.
“It's so peaceful.” She took off her shoes and dipped her bare toes into the water. “I went out to Squantz Pond with my aunt and Clare last week. This place kind of reminds me of that one.”
“That's because they both touch the same lake.” He informed the newcomer. “This is Candlewood Lake. I used to come here all the time when I was a kid with my family. We'd go out on the boat, and my dad and I used to go fishing in the summer.”
“That sounds nice. I've never been fishing before.”
“What? You've never been fishing before?” he asked her in a way that made her feel like she was the only person in the world who had never been fishing.
“No, we used to go into the woods all the time, but my family never really
