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with him.
Suddenly his line jerked and he reeled in a
big one, he examined it, knowing it was bigger than the one Lacey
had caught. He suddenly thought about that. Why should he care if
she didn't get a trophy? It wasn't his problem. He'd shown her a
good time, he was still planning on showing her the redwoods close
up. Wasn't he?
He looked at the fish, the fish wiggled; he
cut his hand on the fin. It stung him. With a huge sigh, he threw
the fish back in.
What was he doing? He could take a trophy
home. Couldn't he? However, he wasn't the trophy type. He knew he
was good at these kinds of skills; he needed no trophies to
announce it.
Still, the woman wanted a trophy to take
home. Okay, so he would let her win. Winning wasn't why he'd
brought her here. In fact, he realized that he'd brought her here
with the best of intentions. And he'd be the gentleman if it killed
him.
It was the incident on the bridge that had
him off kilter. Why had he let it go so far? That wasn't like him.
However, he had to admit, he'd never enjoyed kissing a woman so
much. Yet he enjoyed kissing Lacey and he had wanted to go on
kissing her, and wondered where it would have led them. Everything
about this vacation was totally out of character. No wonder he was
acting weird.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment to
reflect on his own actions. He had somehow become attracted to
Lacey. How had that happened? She wasn't like the women he was used
to dating. That in itself could have attracted him to her.
Maybe he should cut his trip short and go
home!
That would be the coward's way out. No, he
needed this time away to get his mind focused on the things that
were important to him. And the most important thing to him right
now was finding out who he was.
About noon he started to take over his
crackers and cheese and join her, but thought that maybe she'd
rather be alone. He opened his and ate them. He kept glancing over
his shoulder, but he couldn't see her all the time, she wandered
out a little into the water, and he'd keep an eye on her so she
didn't get hurt, but he wouldn't bother her.
The sun was getting low when he heard her
approach.
"Sam, I got one," she said triumphantly.
"You did…well, let's see?" he turned with a
smile.
She held it up, her face beaming.
Sam looked at her and something inside him
melted into a million pieces of chocolate. Good grief, he was
losing it.
"That's a fine catch, well, it's getting
late, I'll pack up my gear and we'll go weigh in." he said.
"Okay, do you think it has a chance?" she
asked.
"I'd say you are definitely in the running."
He smiled.
"So where's yours?" she asked when she didn't
see his stringer.
"I didn't catch much of any size. I threw
them back. No use keeping something that could grow into a
king-size fish."
"I guess your right. But…now I feel silly.
Catching the biggest fish isn't really anything but luck…like
poker."
"Lacey, enjoy it. Okay."
"Okay."
She helped him gather his gear and they
returned to the hotel where everyone was weighing in. He'd been
right; hers was the biggest catch of the day. She was beaming.
The man that had talked to her earlier
approached her, "That was some fish…you will probably get a trophy
out of it."
"You think so?" she raised her voice in
glee.
"Most definitely." He smiled.
"Well, then this day has been very much worth
it," she smiled.
"I'd love to take you to dinner…" The man
grasp her hand.
Lacey glanced over at Sam, who pretended
disinterest…again.
"Well, actually, I'm with someone," she
began.
"Oh…well, lucky man…" the man grinned.
"Another time…maybe?" he smiled.
"Maybe…" she smiled back and returned to
Sam's side.
Sam noticed she was silent as they went to
their room. As he let her in, he watched her. Then he sank onto the
edge of the bed. He couldn't gauge her reactions. He wasn't sure if
she had wanted to go to dinner with the man or not, but he figured
he'd better find out.
"You want to shower before dinner?"
Suddenly his line jerked and he reeled in a
big one, he examined it, knowing it was bigger than the one Lacey
had caught. He suddenly thought about that. Why should he care if
she didn't get a trophy? It wasn't his problem. He'd shown her a
good time, he was still planning on showing her the redwoods close
up. Wasn't he?
He looked at the fish, the fish wiggled; he
cut his hand on the fin. It stung him. With a huge sigh, he threw
the fish back in.
What was he doing? He could take a trophy
home. Couldn't he? However, he wasn't the trophy type. He knew he
was good at these kinds of skills; he needed no trophies to
announce it.
Still, the woman wanted a trophy to take
home. Okay, so he would let her win. Winning wasn't why he'd
brought her here. In fact, he realized that he'd brought her here
with the best of intentions. And he'd be the gentleman if it killed
him.
It was the incident on the bridge that had
him off kilter. Why had he let it go so far? That wasn't like him.
However, he had to admit, he'd never enjoyed kissing a woman so
much. Yet he enjoyed kissing Lacey and he had wanted to go on
kissing her, and wondered where it would have led them. Everything
about this vacation was totally out of character. No wonder he was
acting weird.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment to
reflect on his own actions. He had somehow become attracted to
Lacey. How had that happened? She wasn't like the women he was used
to dating. That in itself could have attracted him to her.
Maybe he should cut his trip short and go
home!
That would be the coward's way out. No, he
needed this time away to get his mind focused on the things that
were important to him. And the most important thing to him right
now was finding out who he was.
About noon he started to take over his
crackers and cheese and join her, but thought that maybe she'd
rather be alone. He opened his and ate them. He kept glancing over
his shoulder, but he couldn't see her all the time, she wandered
out a little into the water, and he'd keep an eye on her so she
didn't get hurt, but he wouldn't bother her.
The sun was getting low when he heard her
approach.
"Sam, I got one," she said triumphantly.
"You did…well, let's see?" he turned with a
smile.
She held it up, her face beaming.
Sam looked at her and something inside him
melted into a million pieces of chocolate. Good grief, he was
losing it.
"That's a fine catch, well, it's getting
late, I'll pack up my gear and we'll go weigh in." he said.
"Okay, do you think it has a chance?" she
asked.
"I'd say you are definitely in the running."
He smiled.
"So where's yours?" she asked when she didn't
see his stringer.
"I didn't catch much of any size. I threw
them back. No use keeping something that could grow into a
king-size fish."
"I guess your right. But…now I feel silly.
Catching the biggest fish isn't really anything but luck…like
poker."
"Lacey, enjoy it. Okay."
"Okay."
She helped him gather his gear and they
returned to the hotel where everyone was weighing in. He'd been
right; hers was the biggest catch of the day. She was beaming.
The man that had talked to her earlier
approached her, "That was some fish…you will probably get a trophy
out of it."
"You think so?" she raised her voice in
glee.
"Most definitely." He smiled.
"Well, then this day has been very much worth
it," she smiled.
"I'd love to take you to dinner…" The man
grasp her hand.
Lacey glanced over at Sam, who pretended
disinterest…again.
"Well, actually, I'm with someone," she
began.
"Oh…well, lucky man…" the man grinned.
"Another time…maybe?" he smiled.
"Maybe…" she smiled back and returned to
Sam's side.
Sam noticed she was silent as they went to
their room. As he let her in, he watched her. Then he sank onto the
edge of the bed. He couldn't gauge her reactions. He wasn't sure if
she had wanted to go to dinner with the man or not, but he figured
he'd better find out.
"You want to shower before dinner?"
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