THE NEXT DAY, THEY made it up to the cabin in the absolute middle of nowhere on the Minnesota side of the border as the sun was beginning to set. Brendan had wanted to get on the road earlier, but Katie’s family was having feelings at her and his parents wanted to take them to lunch in the city. By the time those obligations were done, they were both restless, weary, and more than ready not to make conversation in the car.
“I’m sorry this is nothing fancy,” he said when they finally climbed out of his car. Katie’s truck, though it would always hold a very special place in his memory, was needed for the week at the farm.
“Are you kidding me?” Katie stretched her arms above her head, her shirt riding up and showing a tantalizing sliver of skin above the waist of her jeans. Brendan was defi
