Page 16 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

It was a bad idea. I thought about it plenty of times when she made up the sandwiches and picked out the perfect blanket.

Now I’ve got her pressed against the very fabric, kissing her instead of focusing on the sway of my rod. I don’t think she even cast her own. Too afraid to hurt the worm. Something like that.

Doesn’t matter. She’s too busy pulling at my hair and licking at my mouth to care.

Personally, I think she doesn’t care if I catch anything or not. She’d be happy with going down to the store and buying a pack of frozen fillets. If it means getting all this attention from her by my favorite pond, then I might be persuaded to take a trip down.

Piper loves rewarding me with kisses when I don’t prickle up at anyone down below. So, I guess it’s a win for me if I cave just this once.

She cups my face as I pull back to look at her. Daring to test my strength, she turns and looks over toward my pole to see the line getting snagged. “Oh, hey–”

“It’s fine,” I promise her before swooping back down for another kiss.

Why do I need a fish when I’ve got everything a man can ask for, squirming right below me, fighting off giggles to save her life? Whatever gets my bait can enjoy the free snack.

While they do that, I’ll do the very same.

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