Emma drove home with the stars winking at her and the memory of Kyle’s scent, his amazing arms around her. In two days, he’d managed to mute the haunting memories of Deep Haven, to make her listen for something more. So maybe she’d stay in Deep Haven just a little longer. She pulled into the driveway of her dark house. After the wedding, Kyle had driven her to his cabin, tucked her into a baggy snowmobile suit, and lured her onto the back of his sled. With her clinging to his parka, he’d motored them through the woods down to town and over to Honeymoon Bluff, where they could watch the moon trace silver ripples on the lake. He stopped the engine and let the song of the night spill over them, his voice crisp and small in the darkness. “The summer before I went away to college, we all took a canoe trip to McFarland Lake. Kelsey and I were in one canoe, my dad and Mom and Kirby in the other. We set up camp, and my dad made his favorite biscuits on a stick. I think the dog ate every single one of them.
