She adjusted her sunglasses and stared out at the gently rippling water of the lake. All she could see was sky and water. It was a beautiful day—the first day of the year that it had really felt like spring. The sun was warm, although the breeze was still brisk, and the air felt refreshing and almost light, like the heaviness of the winter was finally lifting. Zoe stretched out on her bench seat, straightening the cushion behind her head. She felt comfortable, relaxed, and incredibly lazy. And she wasn’t planning to move for a long time. They’d sailed out earlier and dropped anchor in the middle of Lake Pace, the largest sailing lake in the state. The lake was less than an hour from the city, and it was too early in the season to be crowded with other boats. Zoe had never been sailing before, and now she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why not. It was so quiet, sunny, and peaceful that she felt like she might be alone in the world. She’d left Logan with her mother, who was visiting for the week and insisted that Zoe take the day to relax.
