“Always look at the end of your pole if other people are around. You don’t want to catch anything but fish.”
Guiding Ian’s hands and releasing the line, they all watched as marshmallow and bobber sailed through the air, then grinned at the plop as it went into the water.
“Now what?” Ian asked.
“Now, you wait. If your bobber disappears under the water, give your pole a little jerk. Watch the tip of your pole, see if it if dips, like there’s a weight on the end, then you can reel in the line.”
He set up another pole for Fiona and went through the same motion of casting. After their too-brief kiss before leaving the lodge, he had to distract himself before the evidence of what he felt for Fiona became obvious. Sitting next to her, his arm around her, his hands over hers on the pole, his c
