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Scott enjoyed his day at the lake more than he thought he would. He’d hired a boat to paddle way out into Lake Michigan, where he set up his really basic fishing rod, sat back and waited for a bite. After five hours on the boat, he’d paddled himself back with a haul of fish. He’d walked back to his base camp with a rainbow trout, lake trout and smallmouth bass, which he’d given to Harlan to cook on the barbecue.
While out on the lake, he’d thought about Abigail mostly. Why had he balked at kissing her? Was it because he didn’t feel he was worthy? Or because he knew she was leaving Ridgmont in a couple of days? Or both? She was the only woman he’d ever loved, in reality. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he’d never loved Cindy, not the way he loved Abigail. It took him
