With a glance at the snowshoes and poles hanging from their hook farther down the porch, he nodded, stifling a sigh as he went back inside the snug cabin. His gaze darted to Nico sleeping on his couch, and just for an instant, anger flashed through him. All he’d wanted was peace, time to finish his painting and to heal. His friends respected that. William, his best friend since high school, called sometimes to see how he was doing, and even that only happened on the rare occasion his phone picked up a signal. Shame washed through him. Of course Nico hadn’t meant to be swept into his dock. Thank God he had been, before the current took him out into the center of the lake, where exposure would surely have killed him.