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perhaps be our trout," she enthused.
Becoming excited, Lissa moved along the bank, careful not to step on any twigs that were half-in and half-out of the water. She knew that any disturbance in the water would frighten the fish away.
She knelt down, not caring that she was muddying the hems of her bright skirt, and taking care not to get too close to the water's edge. "May I suggest a long cast, one that gives the trout a cross-river view?" she whispered.
"Suggest away," Wylde said.
Lissa crouched down even more. "Yes. A cross view is best, I think. Lay the fly down atop the water there." She pointed to a spot near the other bank. "Do so very gently, and then drag the fly back toward you, making a wake in the water, much like something edible swimming above the trout would make."
"By all means, Lady Lissa." Wylde zinged out a long cast, laying the long line down perfectly and gently atop the water. He then instantly began to hand retrieve the silk line, causing Lissa's handmade fly to move like a living insect.
"That is it," said Lissa, pleased and very caught up in the moment. "Now do remember you must watch for a strike as you are pulling your line back toward you. When you are turning the fly back toward you is most probably when a fish will strike. You do not want to pull too fast, however, or you will get a short strike."
Wylde did as she instructed. He expertly brought the line back toward him, lifting the rod tip slightly and making the handmade fly move in the water as though it were alive and flitting earnestly through the River Dove.
Halfway back, the line became taut.
Lissa jumped up.
"You have caught one!" she exclaimed, extremely pleased. She raced to stand beside Wylde. "Now whatever you do, do not allow the trout to run all over this water hole. You must pull him in efficiently and with little fuss. A big trout will try and take your line all over the area, perhaps cutting your silk on some sharp rock, tangling it beneath and around fallen branches, or even cutting the line by wrapping it around its gills."
"I can take care of matters from here," said Wylde, his features intent as he focused on bringing in the fish on his line.
The trout fought him every inch of the way, flipping and splashing in the water.
"Oh, but he is huge," Lissa said, her excitement mounting. "You may very well have caught our trout, Lord Wylde!" She beamed a smile up at him.
Wylde, however, was too busy wrangling with the heavy trout on the other end of his line. With much expertise, he managed to bring the fish to the end of the downed log. He unclasped the catching net he carried alongside his belt, intending to scoop the big trout into the belly of it.
"No," Lissa gasped.
He jerked his gaze to hers. "Now what?"
"No net," Lissa insisted.
"Faith," he muttered, "I thought every angler used a net."
"Then you've been misguided. Really, sir, a net is not a natural thing for a trout. You should beach the fish atop the gravel near the river's side. A huge trout will relax if it is rubbing against something familiar. He will prove easier to deal with that way and will not try to struggle away."
Without even thinking, Lissa reached out and folded her hands atop Wylde's, helping him to guide the trout to the gravel bed alongside the river.
The sudden contact of her bare skin atop his jarred Lissa to the quick.
There was power in his lordship; she could feel it pulse through his strong, sturdy hands. She remembered vividly the feel of those large hands cradling her face as he'd kissed her... could remember again the feel of them about her waist as he'd saved her from a tumble into the river. Lissa felt her face heat with a strong blush.
Though Wylde was thoroughly focused on the trout at the other end of the line, he seemed just as aware of the contact of their bare skin.
Timidly, Lissa strove to get a better grip on the pole, but to do so she had to thread her fingers with his. She was amazed to realize how perfectly her
Becoming excited, Lissa moved along the bank, careful not to step on any twigs that were half-in and half-out of the water. She knew that any disturbance in the water would frighten the fish away.
She knelt down, not caring that she was muddying the hems of her bright skirt, and taking care not to get too close to the water's edge. "May I suggest a long cast, one that gives the trout a cross-river view?" she whispered.
"Suggest away," Wylde said.
Lissa crouched down even more. "Yes. A cross view is best, I think. Lay the fly down atop the water there." She pointed to a spot near the other bank. "Do so very gently, and then drag the fly back toward you, making a wake in the water, much like something edible swimming above the trout would make."
"By all means, Lady Lissa." Wylde zinged out a long cast, laying the long line down perfectly and gently atop the water. He then instantly began to hand retrieve the silk line, causing Lissa's handmade fly to move like a living insect.
"That is it," said Lissa, pleased and very caught up in the moment. "Now do remember you must watch for a strike as you are pulling your line back toward you. When you are turning the fly back toward you is most probably when a fish will strike. You do not want to pull too fast, however, or you will get a short strike."
Wylde did as she instructed. He expertly brought the line back toward him, lifting the rod tip slightly and making the handmade fly move in the water as though it were alive and flitting earnestly through the River Dove.
Halfway back, the line became taut.
Lissa jumped up.
"You have caught one!" she exclaimed, extremely pleased. She raced to stand beside Wylde. "Now whatever you do, do not allow the trout to run all over this water hole. You must pull him in efficiently and with little fuss. A big trout will try and take your line all over the area, perhaps cutting your silk on some sharp rock, tangling it beneath and around fallen branches, or even cutting the line by wrapping it around its gills."
"I can take care of matters from here," said Wylde, his features intent as he focused on bringing in the fish on his line.
The trout fought him every inch of the way, flipping and splashing in the water.
"Oh, but he is huge," Lissa said, her excitement mounting. "You may very well have caught our trout, Lord Wylde!" She beamed a smile up at him.
Wylde, however, was too busy wrangling with the heavy trout on the other end of his line. With much expertise, he managed to bring the fish to the end of the downed log. He unclasped the catching net he carried alongside his belt, intending to scoop the big trout into the belly of it.
"No," Lissa gasped.
He jerked his gaze to hers. "Now what?"
"No net," Lissa insisted.
"Faith," he muttered, "I thought every angler used a net."
"Then you've been misguided. Really, sir, a net is not a natural thing for a trout. You should beach the fish atop the gravel near the river's side. A huge trout will relax if it is rubbing against something familiar. He will prove easier to deal with that way and will not try to struggle away."
Without even thinking, Lissa reached out and folded her hands atop Wylde's, helping him to guide the trout to the gravel bed alongside the river.
The sudden contact of her bare skin atop his jarred Lissa to the quick.
There was power in his lordship; she could feel it pulse through his strong, sturdy hands. She remembered vividly the feel of those large hands cradling her face as he'd kissed her... could remember again the feel of them about her waist as he'd saved her from a tumble into the river. Lissa felt her face heat with a strong blush.
Though Wylde was thoroughly focused on the trout at the other end of the line, he seemed just as aware of the contact of their bare skin.
Timidly, Lissa strove to get a better grip on the pole, but to do so she had to thread her fingers with his. She was amazed to realize how perfectly her
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