Harmony drove down the gravel path, the sun high and bright, sparkling on the creek like a scattering of tiny diamonds. Before leaving her club—which wasn’t even open yet—she had quickly texted Axel: On my way. Lunch is on me. With that, she tucked her phone into her bag and let the warmth of the afternoon soak into her, easing the tension still lingering from her morning.
By the time she arrived, May had already staked her claim, lounging casually in the chair closest to the water. Her rod rested against a tree, and she waved as Harmony’s car crunched to a stop on the gravel. The guys were already spread across the clearing, some untangling lines, some cracking open cold drinks, and all of them basking in the lazy hum of the creek, sunlight glinting off their gear.
“Hey!” Harmony called
