Our friends are having their lake house party on the 4th.

The one who died in our lake house three days ago.

Wait two years, she says, and come to the lake house instead.

My family comes to the lake house every summer, and we stay for two months.

And the last thing she asked of me was that I not tell you we'd been to the lake house.

He currently lives in a large lake house with his son and wife.

I was dealing with the husband, about a lake house.

It was good to get back to the lake house for our final weeks before moving to the “winter house” last Saturday.

The lake house was set on a solid rock foundation.

And I'll zip up to my lake house on the weekend.

I could get out to the lake house and challenge Victor directly.

So many of them are summer lake houses that you don't know your neighbours.

A deal on a lake house cemented their the decision.

They are thinking of buying a lake house, the lottery said.

You knew something untoward was going on at your lake house?

What if Victor wasn't keeping his stores at the lake house?

Tracing down people who might have information about him, his possible presence in the lake house.

He and his family were staying at their lake house in western Maine.

"Can we seriously consider buying a lake house?" she said.

So they say, "Suppose she invited a friend down to the lake house and didn't tell her husband?"

It gave us a permanent base, we were able to put our children through school without going into debt and buy a little lake house.

I could tip her off about the lake house and send in the cavalry.

He walked past the Lake House, then turned to walk back.

I noted down the address of the lake house and brief directions.

The Lake House is the only place where we've ever felt safe in our lives.