Page 32 of Take My Kiss
“But if you’re a good girl, we can find some after your nap.” Bellamy grins, her gaze bouncing between mine and Lily’s as if she’s hoping she said the right thing.
Eh, close enough. No use fighting a battle I won’t win.
When Colton’s truck rumbles up the driveway, Remy and I anxiously wait on the deck for Sam to tell me all about his day. But when Colton opens the back door, he lifts him out and carries him up the steps.
“Oh wow, you knocked him out.”
“He was too excited to sleep last night, so he’s exhausted.”
“Aww…poor kid. Want me to take him to bed so you can grab the rest of your gear? Lily’s already nappin’ in there.”
“Nah, I’ve got it.” He winks, then opens the door and goes inside. Remy follows behind, probably missing Sam, too.
Bodie’s large frame walks up with a cooler in his arms, looking as tuckered out as Sam.
“How’d he do?”
“Kid’s a freakin’ natural. Caught more sea bass than Colt and I combined.”
“You’re jokin’…”
“Nope. Put us both to shame.”
“Are you sure y’all didn’t let him catch more?” I ask skeptically and open the door for him. “Did y’all even put your lines in?”
“Ours might’ve gone in without bait, but…” He laughs when I shake my head. I just know Sam had the best day catching them all by himself.
Colton meets us in the kitchen, and I sit at the breakfast bar while Bodie opens the lid of the cooler. The smell of dead fish immediately hit my nose, and I quickly pull my shirt up over my face.
“No wonder Bellamy wanted to leave before y’all got back.”
“It’s not that bad,” Colton says, washing his hands.
“My eyes waterin’ beg to differ.”
“Not a country girl, eh?” Bodie taunts, grabbing a cutting board and knife.
“Hm…what gave it away?” I deadpan, crossing my arms as he teases me.
“Here, put these on.” Colton sets a pair of gloves in front of me.
“What for?”
“You’re gonna learn how to clean and make sea bass.”
“That’s funny,” I say humorlessly.
“Bodie, tell her the rule…” Colton’s eyes don’t waver from mine, and I see the glimmer of amusement in them.
“You either catch or cook if you wanna eat ’em,” Bodie recites.
“That’s a silly rule.” Reluctantly, I pull my hair up and slide on the gloves. “This better be the best damn bass I’ve ever had.”
Colton chuckles. “That depends on you, chef.”
Bodie sets a bowl in the sink, fills it with water, puts a couple of the fish in, then hands me a spoon.
“What am I doin’ with this?” I ask, cluelessly holding it up.
