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just think it s debris floating in the water if it isn t wiggling around.
Oh. That s a valid point. Imogen lifted her rod and spoke to her worm. I m sorry, but try to
remember you are a part of the circle of life. She cast her line. Speaking of which, I m hungry. I
should have brought some snack foods.
I did. Ty reached into his smaller, portable backpack. Water, pretzels, and granola bars. And if
you re nice to me, I ll share.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose and trained those big wide eyes on him. You promised to
take care of me on this camping adventure.
Ouch. She went for the jugular. Fine. Here s some water. He tucked it between her legs. And do
you want pretzels or a granola bar?
Both.
Of course she wanted both. Ty pulled out some antibacterial gel and squirted it into his hand.
Hold out your palms.
I can t. I m holding the rod.
Well, then one of them.
She did, gingerly, and he put gel in her hand. Sticking the rod between her legs with the water,
Imogen tried to carefully rub her hands together. If I drop the rod, grab it, she ordered him.
Of course. Ty watched her, trying not to grin. She did everything so cautiously, so precisely.
When she held her palm out, he dropped three pretzel twists in it and she popped them in her mouth.
Whew, it s hot out here on the water, she said when she was finished chewing, wiping her
forehead with the back of her hand.
Drink your water.
I don t want to.
Why not? Ty drank some of his just to make a point.
What if I have to go to the bathroom? We re on a rowboat in the middle of the lake.
You go in the water.
She shot him a look of horror. I am not a man.
So I noticed.
Therefore, I cannot take aim and just send it into the lake.
Yeah, but we re going to go swimming soon, so go then.
In my bathing suit? Her nose wrinkled in disgust. No, thank you.
So take your bathing suit off and go skinny dipping. I d like that.
We re in public. We ll get caught. We ll get arrested.
She had an answer for everything. So you re just going to dehydrate?
It is a conundrum, she admitted. I am really thirsty. And hot.
There was no questioning that. Here, I ll hold your rod. Take a sip of your water before you
overheat. One sip won t make you have to go to the bathroom. Taking your jeans off will cool you
down, too, and we re going to want to go swimming soon anyway. Just be careful moving on the
bench. You don t want to capsize us.
No pressure or anything, she said, handing him her rod. After sipping her water and handing it to
him, she unsnapped her jeans and began delicately tugging them off.
Ty blatantly watched. Her ponytail flopped around and her glasses slipped down her nose as she
tried to wiggle out of her pants with as little movement as possible. After a couple of precarious
minutes, she had them in a puddle on the bottom of the boat and had her flip-flops back on her feet.
Imogen was wearing black bikini bottoms with a little tie on each side, and Ty appreciated the nice
view of her long, pale legs.
Better? he asked.
Much. She took her pole back from him. Thank you.
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, the sun hot on his arms, a sleepy and pleasant
lethargy stealing over him. Now, this was the way to spend his day off out on the lake with a woman
whose company he really enjoyed.
Imogen sat up straight suddenly. Oh, something s happening! She had a look of fear on her face
and held her pole like it had suddenly come alive.
Hold steady, Ty said, leaning over and peering out into the water. He could see the ripples of
movement where her line was cast. Okay, just start reeling it in, slow and steady.
Just turn the little handle thingie?
Yep.
Okay. Imogen took a deep breath and started reeling in her line.
Ty reached over to feel the line. It was taut and there was definitely something on it.
What are you doing? she asked, pausing.
Just checking it. Keep going.
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