Noah took his tackle box and pole from the back of his pickup and followed Steph around the side of her parents’ house. After she had spotted the asshole who"s been giving her all this grief, Noah had been afraid she would to retreat to the safe bubble that was her parents" house. Especially after the way she"d not gotten out of the truck. But speaking with Creeden seemed to help. Noah had been thrilled when she"d asked what he wanted to do.
Fishing wouldn"t have been his first choice, not because he didn"t enjoy it, rather because he didn"t think she would, but he was more than pleased to find out otherwise.
“The skiff"s out there at the dock. Let me grab my stuff and I"ll be right there.” Steph pointed down a trail that led toward the water as she went to the small tool shed behind the
