Wasted EnergyI yelped as the flat-bottomed fishing boat yawed wildly with every step I took. “Dammit, hold the boat still!”
Dominic already stood on the landing, holding the rope that kept me from floating away. As I bent to pick up the cooler holding our lunch and our beer, the little dingy see-sawed like a teeter-totter with a couple of maniacs on either end. When he reached down and relieved me of my load, I took a step backward. My foot hit the side of the boat, and just like that, I went for an unplanned swim. The cold water dragged a shriek out of me that echoed hollowly up and down Fishhook Lake.
Dominic hadn’t had anything to do with my tumble, but him standing on the landing holding our food and booze, laughing and practically dancing a jig in glee didn’t put me in a mind to be
