The vintage forty-foot mahogany commuter yacht *The True North* cut gracefully through the sparkling, sapphire waters of Rosario Strait, heading into the emerald archipelago of the San Juan Islands. Standing at the brass-and-teak ship’s wheel, Ethan Vance wore a dark navy fisherman's sweater and rolled-up khaki trousers, the sea spray misting his sculpted face, his slate-blue eyes alight with serene, boundless happiness. Beside him, Nora Vance—wearing one of his oversized…
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