John's POV

He should have known the little outpost would be packed. It was a holiday weekend, the height of summer, and the river was packed with boats.

John slid the door of the cooler shut and paid for his drink. Instead of going back out to his car, he decided to drag his miserable self out the back entrance, where the long dock offered boat parking.

John had done nothing but war with himself since talking to Rich Sunday afternoon. He should go back to Birmingham. A ...