Eric Callahan, Ziggy Knickerbockers college roommate and son of the Whistleport fire chief, has always been the towns golden retriever, bright-eyed, big-hearted, and buzzing with curiosity. When a college research project sends him to Ironhook Island, twenty miles off the Maine coast, and reachable only by the Whistleport ferry, he expects lighthouses, lobster traps, and maybe a few crusty old sailors.
What he doesnt expect is Wes Hunter.
At thirty-five, Wes has turned solitude into an art form. Gruff, reclusive, and happy to let the world spin on without him, hes holed up in a weather-beaten cottage on the islands edge. Years...
Eric Callahan, Ziggy Knickerbockers college roommate and son of the Whistleport fire chief, has always been the towns golden retriever, bright-eyed, big-hearted, and buzzing with curiosity. When a college research project sends him to Ironhook Island, twenty miles off the Maine coast, and reachable only by the Whistleport ferry, he expects lighthouses, lobster traps, and maybe a few crusty old sailors.
What he doesnt expect is Wes Hunter.
At thirty-five, Wes has turned solitude into an art form. Gruff, reclusive, and happy to let the world spin on without him, hes holed up in a weather-beaten cottage on the islands edge. Years ago, Wes was a rising hockey phenom with a future, until a family tragedy left him the hands of relatives who ripped the sport from his life.
He didnt leave hockey. It was taken from him.
Ironhook was supposed to be the one place where no one talked about ice time, slap shots, or the NHL.
But Eric isnt only cheerful and curious, hes relentless. He chips away at Wess defenses with late-night conversations, surprise visits, and a few too many accidental heart-to-hearts. And when he finds out the truth about Wess past, he rallies the quirky, close-knit Whistleport crew to bring hockey back into Wess life one skate, stick, and stolen moment at a time.
Wes exiled himself to Ironhook to disappear. Eric might be the reason he finally comes home.
