Chapter 16: The Yacht
Just Over Four Years
Henry winced as they pulled up outside the house on Lake Sammamish. He’d known there had to be a reason a house bordering a lake had fallen into their price range. It was a disaster. The words “fixer upper” didn’t begin to cover it.
Sam bit his lip when he saw Henry’s face. “Let’s just look inside. We’ve driven all the way out here and all.”
“Sure.” Henry nodded, and they joined the real estate agent at the front door.
“It looks bad, I know,” she said. “The inside is a wreck, too, but the bones are solid, and you’ve got to consider the location.”
Henry had to admit there were charming architectural features—a stone wall in the living room, beautiful, albeit grimy, crown molding, and sturdy built-in shelving—and the layout of the house was ap
