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book shut and nodded. “Can Mom come, too?”
    “I wish she would,” Tim said.
    Anne Marie automatically shook her head. “I’d like to, but I need to be here.”
    Teresa, who worked with her, was quick to weigh in with her opinion. Too quick. “We’ve had a slow afternoon.” She looked at Tim and explained, “It’s generally slow the first sunny day of spring. Besides,” she added, turning to Anne Marie, “I thought you were supposed to take Wednesdays off.” Anne Marie tried to give herself a midweek break but she’d gotten out of the habit.
    “You’d be welcome,” Tim said, encouraging her.
    “ Please come, Mom.” Ellen folded her hands in a prayerful gesture. “You always have to work. I want you to go to the lake with us.”
    Anne Marie wanted to enjoy the sunshine, too, but she hesitated. She hadn’t talked to Mel since Monday night, and while they’d parted on good terms they’d each felt unsettled by their disagreement. If he were to learn she’d gone to the lake with Tim, he’d be justifiably upset.
    Tim opened his eyes wide and folded his hands like Ellen’s. With both of them gazing at her in supplication, she couldn’t refuse. Her one hope was that Mel wouldn’t find out about this. “Oh, all right,” she said, giving in.
    Ellen hooted and jumped up and down, clapping.
    “I’ll have to stop at the house and change clothes,” Anne Marie told them. “I can’t very well go out on the water wearing this.” She motioned at her white pants and pink jacket.
    “We have time,” Tim said with a boyish grin.
    Once she’d driven home, changed her clothes and packed a few things for Ellen, it was close to four-thirty.“I need to be back before seven,” she said as she slid into the front seat next to Tim. That wasn’t strictly true, but she had an evening of paperwork planned. And imposing a time limit gave her at least the illusion of control.
    “You will be,” he promised as he started the engine.
    The drive to the lake took another thirty minutes. He turned off the main road to a secluded one, then eventually drove down a dirt track that led to the water’s edge. A rustic log cabin was nestled among tall fir trees. She saw two wooden rockers on the front porch; they looked comfortably worn, as though many conversations had taken place there over the years, many sunsets watched. The pristine lake was glass-smooth with the sun reflecting on the surface of the water, which was a deep greenish blue. Another cabin could be seen on the other side.
    “Oh, Tim, this is lovely,” Anne Marie said. “It’s so peaceful.”
    “Mom and Dad have wanted a summer place like this for years and they finally found exactly what they were looking for.”
    “Can we go out in the boat now?” Ellen asked. After strapping on her vest, she raced down to the dock.
    “Wait for us,” Anne Marie called.
    A boat ride had sounded like a simple thing when Tim first mentioned it. Anne Marie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in one—or one that small, anyway. Tied to the dock, the rowboat bobbed gently on the lake. Anne Marie wasn’t sure how she was supposed to climb in and out.
    “I’ll help you,” Tim said, as though reading her mind. “You have nothing to fear—I was a Cub Scout.”
    “Not a Boy Scout?”
    “No, I didn’t pass the test.”
    “Oh, great.”
    He chuckled. “I’m a natural on the water. I’ve been doing this for years.”
    “So you say.”
    “It’s all right, Mom,” Ellen said, clasping Anne Marie’s hand. “I can swim—I’ll save you.”
    Tim got in first, then helped Ellen lower herself into the boat. Anne Marie went last. She sat on the edge of the dock and gingerly eased herself in, sighing with relief once she was safely seated.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    “Yeah!” Ellen shouted. “Let’s go!”
    It soon became apparent that Tim was as comfortable on the water as he’d claimed. He rowed with regular, even strokes, and the boat seemed to glide