She looked over at him. He wasn’t breathing deeply enough to be asleep yet.

“Have you ever noticed how reality changes, depending on where you are?” she asked him.

“No.”

“When I was in the city, I had an idea of the way things should be that seemed perfectly logical. But then I came to Toby’s Corners and my idea didn’t seem… well…quite right. And then I row out here with you, and in the middle of the lake, that same idea seems so stupid, it’s funny. Do you know what I mean?”

Jake was quiet for so long that she assumed he’d fallen asleep. Abruptly, he said, “Yes.”

“What?” Kate asked, startled.

“Yes, I know what you mean.” Jake pushed his hat off his face again. “That’s why I don’t go into cities and why I spend a lot of time out here.”

“Oh,” Kate said. “What was your stupid city idea?”

“That money was good, and it would be fun to make some,” Jake said.

“Oh,” Kate said again. After a moment, she added, “That was a stupid idea?”

“Well, not in Boston,” Jake said. “In Boston, they thought I was a wonder.”

“But not here?”

“Well…” Jake stretched a little. “Toby’s Corners has a very practical idea of money. It’s the stuff you use to pay the rent and buy food. In the city, it was more a way of keeping score.”

“Isn’t that just because there’s more of it in the city?” Kate said.

“No,” Jake said. “For instance, take my Aunt Clara. Now she was rich by Toby’s Corners standards, and when she died she split her money between Will and me.”

“That was nice of her,” Kate said.

“Well, it came to about twenty thousand dollars apiece, which was a fortune here but not much to brag about where I was living.” Jake reached over and opened the cooler. “I am having a beer,” he said. “You are having juice.” He handed her a can of orange juice and leaned back.

“Thank you,” Kate said, repressing her retort so she could hear the rest of the story. “So what happened next?”

“Well, I was divorced and was making more than I could ever spend, and I was living in the city instead of Toby’s Corners, so it was like Monopoly money for me. For a couple of years, I played the market I lost a little, won a lot, lost a little, won a lot. It was fun. Like playing a game.”

Jake had fallen silent so Kate nudged him with her foot again.

“Go on,” she prompted.

“Well,” he said slowly, “meanwhile back here, Will was taking correspondence courses in hotel management, planning to open up this old eight-cabin motel that had been deserted for as long as anybody could remember. Since he was in Toby’s Corners instead of the city, he used his money to buy up some land and repair the cabins, which of course was a really dumb investment by city standards. The family dug up some old furniture to fill them up, and he advertised and some vacationers showed up. He built some more cabins, and then he borrowed from the bank and put in the little golf course behind them. Things went pretty well for him, but he wasn’t making what the city would call real money. He was just giving some people around here some jobs and supporting himself. Barely.”

“So you were in the fast lane, and he was in the slow,” Kate said.

“Well, Will and I always were different,” Jake said. “Although actually, it’s usually been the other way around. I’ve always been a loper, and he’s always been a sprinter. But I couldn’t wait to get out of here, and he couldn’t stand to leave.”

“So how did you end up back here mowing lawns?”

“I’m getting to that,” Jake said. “You sure you’re interested in this?”

“Fascinated,” Kate said.

Jake drank another slug of beer. “Where was I? Oh yeah, Will was hiring some people from the town to work up here, and as the place got bigger, so did the size of the staff. Pretty soon, he was the local tycoon. So when everything went to hell, they came to him.”

“Went to hell?”

“Well, most of our people worked at the plant over at Tuttle,” Jake said. “Little town, about fifteen miles north of here?”

Kate remembered it vaguely from her drive down-a lost, gray place full of empty stores and houses. “What happened?”

“Plant closed. Owners moved the whole operation to Mexico.”

“Ouch,” Kate said. “How many jobs?”

“About three hundred, give or take a few,” Jake said. He looked grim for a minute. “They just moved out; no warning at all.”

“So what happened?” Kate said.

“Well, people started showing up, asking Will for work, but of course, there was no way he could hire that many people. But they were all looking at him, and you know Will.” Jake looked over at her. “Well, actually, you don’t know Will. He thinks he’s everybody’s daddy, Will does.”

Kate thought about Will and Valerie taking over Nancy ’s bar. “But…”

“But what?”

“Never mind.” Kate shook her head, confused. “What happened next?”

“Oh, he did what he always did when we were kids and he got into trouble-he called me.”

“And you saved the day.”

Jake snorted. “Hell, no. I was clueless and told him so. And he said he didn’t want a clue, he wanted money. A lot of it. And he asked me to fix him up with some investment types so he could build a resort that would keep people in jobs.”

“Oh,” Kate said. “This changes the way I look at the resort.”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “Every time I look at that damn plywood Taj Mahal, I think about the jobs, and I shut up.”

“So you found him the backers.”

“No,” Jake said, taking another drink from his can. “I just gave him all the money I had and came home.”

“You must have had a lot of money.”

“Will was impressed,” Jake said.

“This resort employs three hundred people?”

“Well, it did while it was being built,” Jake said. “And then with all the people coming in, the stores in town started to do a nice business in antiques and crafts and that kind of crap. And every time Valerie stages one of her stunts like that godawful luau, we hire everybody for miles around to help out. All in all, Will pretty well saved old Toby’s Corners.”

“Will and you,” Kate corrected him.

“Nope,” Jake said, pulling his hat back over his eyes. “Just Will. It was pure dumb luck that I was on a major roll in the market right then. Another time, I could have been flatter than roadkill.”

“And you don’t ever think about going back,” Kate said.

“Nope.”

“You must have been pretty good,” Kate said. “To have made all that money, I mean.”

Jake tilted his hat back and glared at her. “Well, I don’t have any now, so don’t start getting ideas.”

“Like what?” Kate asked, stung.

“Like I’m a Yuppie you might be interested in.”

Kate was speechless for a moment.

“I know your kind, lady,” Jake said. “You eat guys like me for breakfast. Well, forget it. I’m broke.” He went back under his hat.

Kate considered kicking him, but decided it would be unladylike. “You know, I find it absolutely amazing that this boat doesn’t sink under the weight of your ego.”

“Ha.”

“The only reason I might possibly be interested in you is because you helped your brother save this town. Since you obviously didn’t, there is absolutely nothing about a shaggy, lazy, arrogant, macho blowhard like you to attract me.”

“Shaggy?”

“Your hair and your mustache need trimming.”

“Now, see,” Jake said. “That is just the kind of attitude that made me leave the city.”

“Also that cowboy hat is ridiculous.”

“Hey.” Jake tipped the hat back. “Will gave me this hat. It is not ridiculous.”

“Why would he give you a dumb hat?”

“Because he said I was a hero,” Jake mumbled.

“What?”

“He said if I was going to act like a guy in a white hat and rescue everybody, I should have a white hat,” Jake said.

Kate laughed softly, and he glared at her.

“So that’s why you wear it all the time,” Kate said. “You big fake.”

“What?”

“You love being back here and knowing you’re half of the save-the-day Templeton brothers. You wear that hat because you’re proud of being a big hero. And then you go around saying, ‘Aw, shucks, ma’am, it twern’t nothin’, and insulting perfectly innocent people from the city like me.”

“You are not perfectly innocent,” Jake said.

“I certainly am,” Kate said. “I can’t believe you think I’d make a play for you just because you have money.”

“I don’t have any money,” Jake said.

“Well, I do,” Kate said. “Lots of it.”

“How much?” Jake said. “I may make you start paying for the beer.”

“Not unless I get to drink some of it,” Kate said. “Did you really think I’d jump you for your money?”

“I have it on good authority that you’re up here looking for a rich businessman,” Jake said. “That ain’t me.”

“What good authority?” Kate said, startled.

“Valerie told Will.”

“Oh, hell,” Kate said.

Jake shook his head. “Women.”

“Well, that was the idea I was talking about,” Kate said. “The one that seemed great in the city and stupid here.”

“Stay out of cities,” Jake advised. “They have a worse effect on your brain than they do on mine.”

“Well, it wasn’t completely stupid,” Kate said. “I’m thirty-five. I want to get married, and that stuff they kept telling me about the right man suddenly appearing before me just wasn’t happening. So I decided to get serious about it.”

“And you came down here to get engaged to a suit,” Jake said.

“No, I’ve been engaged to suits. Three of them. I came down here to find someone I could seriously consider marrying.” Kate looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You are not him. Relax and drink your beer.”