Chapter 27

• He lowered the binoculars and cursed again. The rain was so hard he couldn’t see clearly. Why didn’t I go out and warn her? I knew an hour before it hit. Devin realized now she wouldn’t have had any way to know. It was doubtful she had a radio, or one that could pick up any broadcasts in this region. And she didn’t have his animal instinct when the weather was going to shift.
• He’d watched her play around by the shore for a few minutes, figuring she’d be there for hours trying to discover how to steer the canoe, but when he came back a short while later she was out in the middle of the lake. It wasn’t often he was surprised, yet more than once since she’d brought her scent into his world he’d been just that. He found himself watching her with amusement and oddly, pride, as she paddled away with smooth, even strokes.
• If he hadn’t gotten wrapped up searching through the archives his father had emailed, he would have had more time to warn her when the sky began to darken. Did she see the little shelter on the far end of the lake? Was that where she was? He’d already gone out and tried to see that far, but the wind was too much for him to cope with.