couple of minutes,
thanks." Sam told the waitress.
The waitress nodded and went to another
table.
"Yes, but I was just a kid." Lacey explained,
her voice growing with excitement as she spoke. "My father died
some time back, I still miss him. Dad and I used to fish a lot.
That's why I thought the boat trip would be so neat. But I never
had any idea I'd be sick…"
"Then we'll have to give this a try," Sam
encouraged her again. "And a trophy is something physical to show
all of them back home."
"Okay, I'm game…" she said and glanced at the
menu." However, if I’m going fishing, I'll have to have a good
breakfast. I don't have a wardrobe full of clothes either."
"Don't worry we can get some waders. That
way, if you get wet, it won't ruin your clothes. Sound good." Sam
skimmed the menu and set it aside, looking at her bright eyes this
morning, her enthusiasm was catching.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked moments later
after they ordered a gigantic breakfast for the two of them.
"I did, and you?"
"Sound as a rock…"
***
"I have to admit, I didn't expect to." Sam
smiled. He certainly hadn't expected to. It was a new experience
sleeping beside a woman and not touching her.
Sam felt like taking her hand and holding it,
telling her what a fine lady she was, but he knew he couldn't touch
her. She'd set the rules and he'd abide. Besides, she might think
he was trying to come on to her when really he wanted to thank her
for helping him see the importance of getting over his own grief
and going on with his life.
Funny but when he first hooked up with her it
was to help her. Now he felt as though the tables were turned, and
he couldn't even tell her. Well, he could see she had a good time
of it though. And he would.
"I guess we can see the redwoods later…"
"Oh yes, I don't want to miss them either."
She smiled her eyes full of things to come.
Sam looked at Lacey long and hard and for the
first time he felt he was seeing her for what she was, and
intriguing lady. What a complicated lady she was. So innocent and
naïve, and yet, full of trust and easy to talk to. Perhaps she
wasn't the one with the troubles. Perhaps it was he.
As it happened they did have room for more
fishermen and so Lacey and Sam registered for a one-day event. They
were told that the trophies would be passed out on Sunday.
Encouraged to stop off and pick up theirs.
"I seriously doubt there will be anything for
me to stop off for," she chuckled. "But it is kind of
exciting."
"Come on, we need to go rent some gear and
see what section of the lake we will be on." Sam encouraged her as
he struggled to carry all the gear himself.
"Hey, I can help with that, if you like."
"That's okay; I think I've got it situated
now. But when we get the waders, you can carry them, if you
like."
"Deal," she laughed.
"What size waders?" he asked a few moments
later as they gathered around the crowd renting gear.
"Do you think I'll really need them?" she
asked.
He glanced at her white carpi's and nodded,
"Oh yeah, I think you will. I'd say small since they only come to
here," He smiled as he motioned to his stomach.
He gathered all the stuff they would need,
including a map. He quickly located the site where they would be
fishing.
Lacey helped carry the rods, reels, and
fishing bucket after they had put on their waders. They had to make
one more stop for bait.
At the bait house Lacey found a fringed hat
that would shade her eyes and some sunglasses. She bought them and
put them on. Sam approved. "What about you?"
"I think I'll forgo the hat, and I have some
shades." He informed her as they rode the cycle about the lake.
"Oh it's beautiful out here, and the weather
couldn't be better." Lacey murmured against his ear, sending shock
waves of awareness through him. Didn't the woman know better than
to whisper in his ear like that? Didn't she have any idea, how she
was affecting him?
Yet, how could she? He wasn't reacting to
her, at least not on the
thanks." Sam told the waitress.
The waitress nodded and went to another
table.
"Yes, but I was just a kid." Lacey explained,
her voice growing with excitement as she spoke. "My father died
some time back, I still miss him. Dad and I used to fish a lot.
That's why I thought the boat trip would be so neat. But I never
had any idea I'd be sick…"
"Then we'll have to give this a try," Sam
encouraged her again. "And a trophy is something physical to show
all of them back home."
"Okay, I'm game…" she said and glanced at the
menu." However, if I’m going fishing, I'll have to have a good
breakfast. I don't have a wardrobe full of clothes either."
"Don't worry we can get some waders. That
way, if you get wet, it won't ruin your clothes. Sound good." Sam
skimmed the menu and set it aside, looking at her bright eyes this
morning, her enthusiasm was catching.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked moments later
after they ordered a gigantic breakfast for the two of them.
"I did, and you?"
"Sound as a rock…"
***
"I have to admit, I didn't expect to." Sam
smiled. He certainly hadn't expected to. It was a new experience
sleeping beside a woman and not touching her.
Sam felt like taking her hand and holding it,
telling her what a fine lady she was, but he knew he couldn't touch
her. She'd set the rules and he'd abide. Besides, she might think
he was trying to come on to her when really he wanted to thank her
for helping him see the importance of getting over his own grief
and going on with his life.
Funny but when he first hooked up with her it
was to help her. Now he felt as though the tables were turned, and
he couldn't even tell her. Well, he could see she had a good time
of it though. And he would.
"I guess we can see the redwoods later…"
"Oh yes, I don't want to miss them either."
She smiled her eyes full of things to come.
Sam looked at Lacey long and hard and for the
first time he felt he was seeing her for what she was, and
intriguing lady. What a complicated lady she was. So innocent and
naïve, and yet, full of trust and easy to talk to. Perhaps she
wasn't the one with the troubles. Perhaps it was he.
As it happened they did have room for more
fishermen and so Lacey and Sam registered for a one-day event. They
were told that the trophies would be passed out on Sunday.
Encouraged to stop off and pick up theirs.
"I seriously doubt there will be anything for
me to stop off for," she chuckled. "But it is kind of
exciting."
"Come on, we need to go rent some gear and
see what section of the lake we will be on." Sam encouraged her as
he struggled to carry all the gear himself.
"Hey, I can help with that, if you like."
"That's okay; I think I've got it situated
now. But when we get the waders, you can carry them, if you
like."
"Deal," she laughed.
"What size waders?" he asked a few moments
later as they gathered around the crowd renting gear.
"Do you think I'll really need them?" she
asked.
He glanced at her white carpi's and nodded,
"Oh yeah, I think you will. I'd say small since they only come to
here," He smiled as he motioned to his stomach.
He gathered all the stuff they would need,
including a map. He quickly located the site where they would be
fishing.
Lacey helped carry the rods, reels, and
fishing bucket after they had put on their waders. They had to make
one more stop for bait.
At the bait house Lacey found a fringed hat
that would shade her eyes and some sunglasses. She bought them and
put them on. Sam approved. "What about you?"
"I think I'll forgo the hat, and I have some
shades." He informed her as they rode the cycle about the lake.
"Oh it's beautiful out here, and the weather
couldn't be better." Lacey murmured against his ear, sending shock
waves of awareness through him. Didn't the woman know better than
to whisper in his ear like that? Didn't she have any idea, how she
was affecting him?
Yet, how could she? He wasn't reacting to
her, at least not on the
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