Nate nodded for her to follow Brady. "They'll be fine. Rae can take care of herself."

Marisa followed Brady up the three steps to the front porch. It was beautiful outside, and she wanted to stay out and enjoy the view. The chilly temperatures changed her mind.

Inside the door of the cabin, Marisa stalled. The word cabin should never be used to describe this place, not with its gleaming hardwood floors and floor-to-ceiling stacked stone fireplace. The couch and chairs looked both chic and comfortable. Across the great room stood a narrow island that separated the living room from the small kitchen. It had granite countertops, and three barstools had been pushed beneath it. The kitchen was furnished with stainless appliances. On the far side of the cabin, a glass sliding door led to a deck, where a round table was surrounded by six chairs. Beyond the table, a dock jutted out from the deck and over the lake, so that it looked as if the cabin were built nearly on top of the glistening waters. The vista was beautiful. "Wow."

Nate cleared his throat.

"Oh, sorry." She stepped to the side so he could enter.

He entered and spoke to Brady. "Two bedrooms?"

Brady pointed to the two doors on Marisa's right. "The one in the back is the master. Has a bathroom in there. That's hers. The other one'll do for you."

Marisa took her duffel from Brady and went into the master. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been someplace this nice. A tall, king-sized four-poster bed took up the bulk of the space. There were nightstands on either side, a bureau at the end of the bed, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

Marisa set her bag down and crossed to the bathroom. More granite and pretty tile. And a huge soaking tub. Ana would love it.

Ana.

She squeezed her eyes against the threat of tears and returned to the great room, where she joined Brady and Nate, who were leaning against the granite counter.

"Sam and Rae will be here any minute," Brady said. "You need something to eat? Sam said there would be some basics in the fridge." He circled into the bar and opened the refrigerator.

"I'm not hungry," Marisa said.

Nate touched her elbow. "Maybe you should try. You haven't eaten since Mexico City."

"I ate the peanuts on the plane." She looked at Brady. "I would love a cup of coffee."

"Okay." He pushed a button on a weird, black appliance she didn't recognize and slid a rack of little plastic things across the counter. "What kind?"

She eyed the rack and the appliance, which seemed to be steaming or something. "What in the world?"

"Uh..." Brady looked from Marisa to Nate, who laughed.

"She's been out of the country for a while." Nate turned to Marisa. "Ever heard of a Keurig?"