No one in the car – Lucas, Trevor, or Isabel – spoke for the entire hour it took to drive to Isabel’s house on Lake Michigan.
It wasn’t until Lucas and Trevor walked into the living room of the house and saw how massive the window looking out over the lake and Isabel’s boathouse was that one of them – Lucas, as it turned out – broke the silence. “Wow. Isabel. Wow. This is…”
“Rather small, yes, I know. I’m ashamed you have to see it.” Isabel waved a hand dismissively and laughed. “Joking. Obviously. This is one of the nicer properties that I own. Usually I rent it out to tourists, but it happened to be empty, which is lucky for you. I will see if I have any spare men’s clothing laying around so that you two can change out of those… things.”