Steph pulled the skiff up, cutting the engine and letting it coast the rest of the way to the dock. The sun was starting to set, and it was time to get off the water.
“If you"ll clean "em, I"ll cook "em.” She nodded towards the basket of fish.
Noah looked at the basket then back at her. “Sounds like a deal. Do you have a place you prefer I do it?”
“Not really, we usually clean them on the edge of the lake next to the dock. There"s a good fillet knife in my tackle box.” She tossed the bumpers off the edge and pulled the little boat in and tied it off. “Do you need anything out of your box?”
“Not that I can think of, why?”
“Cause if not, I"ll leave you mine and take yours and the poles up.”
“Sounds good. I"ll be up as soon as I finish up here.”
Steph picked things up and went back up
