He frowned. “Nora, I can buy you any house you want.”

“I am buying it myself, with the money from my mother’s trust,” I said. “My name will be the only one on the deed.”

Damon was silent for a long moment.

The wind howled against the side of the cabin, rattling the glass.

“And what about us?” he asked quietly.

“You have your life in Chicago,” I said. “You have your company.”

“I want my family,” he said.

“Then you will have to visit us,” I said. “You will have to call first. You will have to ask if it is convenient.”

He looked at Leo, who had fallen back asleep against his shoulder.

“You are shutting me out,” he said.

“No,” I said. “I am letting you in. But only on my terms.”

He looked at me, searching my face for the woman who used to bend to his will.

He didn’t find her.

“Marquette is cold in the winter,” he said.

“I like the cold,” I replied.

Two weeks later, the movers carrying my boxes finished unloading.