Chapter 63
One month later—
Michael was sitting on the deck looking out at Idaho's Lake Pend Oreille. He had a cup of coffee and was reading a morning newspaper when Ceinwen came out with a tray of food.
"Here's some breakfast," she said. "Welsh rarebit, which is nothing but a posh cheese on toast, seasoned and baked. It's time I tried a few of the cooking skills my mum tried hard to teach me."
"Not much else to do out here," he said.
"And I'm loving it," she added. She put his plate in front of him, then gave him a quick kiss before she took her seat. The bright blue of the lake was beautiful and invigorating, and they enjoyed watching the sea gulls circle it.
They had traveled from Boston to Salmon City where they checked in on their friends, and then headed north to Idaho’s panhan
