Bright and early the next morning, Erin and Jay began to get ready for their trip to the cabin at Peshtigo Lake, Wisconsin. They loaded up Jay's car with their luggage, a couple coolers with food, drinks and beer and Jay was loading a couple fishing poles when Erin stopped him.

"What are you planning on doing with those?"

"There is great fishing there. I thought we could make an afternoon of it."

"I have never fished in my life."

"Then it's about time you start," Jay said with a smile as he leaned in to kiss her. Erin returned his kiss, getting that giddy feeling inside again. Being back with Jay was making her feel like a schoolgirl inside.

"Do we have everything?" she asked, pulling back.

"I think so. Let me just lock up."

"Okay," Erin said as she watched him jog back inside the building. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and when she pulled it out, the number came up UNAVAILABLE.

"Hello?" Erin asked and just heard heavy breathing. "Hello?"

"Erin Lindsay," the voice said on the other end, distorted and almost whispering.

"Who is this?"

"I know what you did Erin Lindsay," and then the line went dead. Erin stared at her phone and didn't even notice Jay come back up beside her.

"Everything okay?" he asked as she flinched.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Erin lied.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Let's go. How long will it take us to get there?"

"About five hours."

"Then let's get going," Erin said as she smiled at him. Jay kissed her cheek and they got into the car. They headed for the I-94W and left Chicago in the rearview.

Arriving in Wisconsin, they stopped at a small country store about a mile from the cabin. They went inside and the cashier behind the counter smiled at them.

"I don't believe it! Jerry, look what the cat dragged in!" the woman shouted, who was in her late fifties. A man, similar in age, came out from the back. He stopped short when he saw the customers.

"Jay Halstead, what in the hell are you doing up here?" the man, Jerry, said.

"It's nice to see you again Mr. Macintosh."

"Boy, you've known us long enough you can start calling me Jerry."

"All about proper respect, this one," the woman said, coming around to hug Jay. Erin just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Who is this pretty little thing?" the woman asked.

"Oh, Erin this is Jerry Macintosh and his wife Christina. Jerry, Christina, this is my girlfriend Erin Lindsay."

"Oh lord, Jay done found himself a lady friend," Christina said.

"Don't scare the young lady off, Christina. It's not every day that Jay brings a young woman home," Jerry said.

"Are you kidding? He has never brought a young woman home to meet us," Christina said, tapping her husband on the shoulder.

"Just so you know, I'm not actually related to Jerry and Christina. They knew my grandfather," Jay said to Erin.

"Oh yes, we knew Harold for years. Was such a shame when he passed," Christina said.

"You were close?" Erin asked.

"About every weekend, Harold and I would go fishing. Christina would always make a fish fry on Sunday evenings with our catch," Jerry said.

"What catch? You two spent more time drinking beer than you did fishing," Christina said, walking back behind the counter.

"Oh hush," Jerry said.

"We just needed to get a few things before we head up to the cabin," Jay said as he began to walk around.

"Oh it's so nice to know you're going to be going up there. That place hasn't seen life since Harold passed," Christina said.

"I wish I could get here more, but work makes it tough," Jay said, grabbing some trash bags from the shelf.

"That's our boy though, big city Chicago police officer," Jerry said. "We couldn't be prouder of you."

"Thanks. That means a lot," Jay said, adding dish soap and sponges to his basket. Erin dropped in a bag of marshmallows and some chocolate bars.

"We need to find the graham crackers," she said.

"Over here honey," Christina called out. Erin walked over and Christina handed her a box. "You know, it has been so long since Jay has been here and we've been able to see him. We might come off as overbearing but since Harold passed, we took it upon ourselves to keep an eye on the place until Jay or Will could come up here."

"I think you guys are very sweet to look after the place."

"We think of Jay and Will as family. Those boys used to raise hell in this town when they would come spend the summers with Harold. You should see all the pictures I have of those boys."

"I'd love to see them. We're here for a couple weeks; maybe you and Jerry could come for dinner one night?" Erin suggested.

"We'd love too. Thank you."

"Of course. I'm dying to know what Jay was like as a kid."

"Did you grow up in the city?" Christina asked.

"Yes I did. My mom had some issues growing up and I pretty much raised myself on the streets."

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that honey."

"It's okay. I learned a lot on the streets and by the time I was fifteen, I met a cop who saved my life. Him and his wife took me in and helped me get to where I am today. I owe him everything and it's because of him that Jay and I met and fell in love."

"Then we should thank that man. Maybe someday he can come visit," Christina said.

"Maybe."

"You ready to go?" Jay asked, setting the basket on the counter.

"Yeah."

"Oh it's on the house," Christina said.

"I can't let you do that," Jay began to protest.

"Nonsense. We will not let you buy these things, will we Jerry?"

"You heard the boss," Jerry said.

"Thank you both," Jay said as Christina bagged their items.

"We'll make a plan for dinner," Erin added.

"Looking forward to it honey," Christina said.

"Bye!" Jay called as he led Erin out of the store. Once they were in the car, he looked at her.

"Dinner?"

"I invited them to come have dinner with us one night while we're here."

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?"

"Oh, you haven't heard the worst. Christina is going to bring pictures from when you and Will were kids," Erin said, laughing as she buckled her seatbelt.