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Reluctant Rescue

... and they kissed while they waited. He heard the clicker sound and he picked up the pole. The fish made a run and he set the hook. He quickly handed her the pole and she fought against the heavy fish on the other end. She was astonished at the strength of the fish on the other end of her line. This was very exciting and her eyes sparkled cobalt blue as she battled against the runs of the large bass. It took her nearly ten minutes to subdue it. Her arms were tired and she knew she was going to have a bruise on her stomach where the butt of the rod pressed into it. She got the fish alongside the boat and Laban lay down to grasp it by the lip. He swung it in and held it up for her. She took it by the lip, mimicking his hold and held it up. He snapped a few pictures and she returned it to the water. “Was that a big one?” she asked. “It was huge, Andrea. Most bass fishermen never get a chance at something like that. It was over 15 pounds. It may have been close to 18. That’s a huge bass.” She danced a little step. “Did I do good?” “You were perfect,” he told her. “Did you like that?” “I loved it,” she said. “Let’s catch another.” He laughed. “It would be anticlimactic after that. We’re very unlikely to catch one even close to that. Let’s go home and I’ll cook the trout we caught for you.” She sat beside him and he opened the big outboard up as they skimmed over the water. She was laughing as her hair streamed back behind her like a flag. He let her off at the ramp and she backed ...

... the trailer down into the water so he could load the boat. They secured their gear and drove home. Laban cleaned the trout and put them in the oven to bake while he took a shower. He dressed quickly and made roasted baby carrots and red potatoes in butter and rosemary. Andrea visited his pantry and came back with a good bottle of Chardonnay. “You’re a very good cook,” she told him as they ate. They sat outside on the deck and watched the fire he had built in the pit. “This trout is delicious and so is everything else.” “I like cooking sometimes,” he told her. “When I have a gorgeous woman staying with me I try to impress her.” “Does it happen often?” she asked. “Do you really want to know?” he asked. “Well, yes. I know you’re older than I am and I assume you’ve had women in your life. I don’t want to know details, just a general picture.” “I’ve been an athlete all my life,” he told her. “That meant something in high school. I was an all-American for two years. I was sort of a big deal. In college, I was a big deal too. I don’t know if you are aware of it, but there are always what people call ‘cleat-chasers’ around. They’re usually beautiful women that just want to get a thrill out of saying they slept with some star. I was as young and shallow as you can imagine, but I quickly figured out that they were sort of too skanky for my tastes.” “I do know what you mean,” she said. “I’m aware that sort of woman is around at school. It’s not so prevalent where I go because we aren’t ...