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all these years maybe I was wrong. There has to be more to the story. To our story. How will it end this time?

Chapter Three
     
     
    By the time I climb down out of the truck, Tucker is already waiting for me with fishing supplies, because as he reminded me, the fish won’t wait all day. He gestures for me to go ahead of him, so I start walking toward the pond. Something tells me his eyes are glued to my ass, and I spin around to walk backwards facing him.
    Because I can’t see behind me, I hope I don’t fall in the pond. That would be humiliating.
    “Stop staring at my ass.”
    Tucker doesn’t look embarrassed at all when his eyes meet mine. He just grins at me and, holy hell what a smile.
    I turn back around and add a little extra swing to my hips.
    “Shit!” he hollers.
    I spin back around to see that Tucker stumbled over a rock.
    “You know , you should really watch where you’re stepping.” I grin at him and take off running when he drops the poles and tackle box, rushing after me.
    I scream like a little girl , running around the pond, trying to dodge Tucker. It reminds me of when we were young, running through the fields together and laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world. All of a sudden my feet leave the ground as Tucker catches me around the waist, lifting me into the air.
    We’ re both laughing, but then he tightens his grip, bringing my back to his chest. And our laughter stops. Tucker turns me around in his arms and simply looks down at me. His palm cradles my cheek, and I as if my body knows what it wants, I lean my face against his hand.
    “I’ve missed you so much , Brenna.” 
    “It’s your own fault.”
    Tucker’s face displays several emotions all at once, but he says nothing. Dropping his hand from my check, he steps back. I instantly mourn the loss of his arms. There had been a sense of comfort and longing during those short moments in his embrace.
    He says, “Ya know, Brenna…”
    I cut him off before he can finish his sentence. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s about to say, but I don’t think I’m ready to hear it. “Yeah, I know they won’t wait all day.”
    He laughs and turns his attention to the poles and tackle box he dropped on the ground.
    I follow behind him as we make our way to the pond . When we get there, I settle into a spot along the bank. I don’t understand what’s going on between Tucker and me. I still feel like I’m missing something.
    “Tucker?”
    “Yeah?”
    “What’s going on?”
    “Well, since we’re sitting by a pond and I’m holding two poles I’d say we’re about to fish.”
    “Smart ass. You know that’s not what I meant.”
    Tucker glances down at me before he turns away to open the tackle box and get the bait ready. “Tell me what you’ve been doing the last four years?”
    “Don’t think I didn’t notice the change of subject. ” I say, while raising a brow at him. “There isn’t much to tell, you know, I moved shortly after graduation and been living in Louisville ever since. I go to class, the library, and then home. The next day, I do it all over again.”
    “You don’t party?”
    “Nope, I did that my freshman year. It got old pretty fast.”
    “ Boyfriend?”
    “Fishing in more way s than one, Tucker?”
    Tucker hands me my pole and gets to his feet. “Just making conversation.”
    I stand up to cast my line out into the pond. “No.”
    We both reel our lines in a little and sit back on the bank waiting for our bobbers to sink. We’ve done this so many times before, but this time feels different. There’s tension between us now, and I’m not sure why.
    We sit there for about an hour. My bobber finally sinks and I jump up to grab my pole. I yank on the line to reel in the fish.
    “What do ya think, Tucker? Bluegill or turtle?”
    “Since we’ve never caught fish in this pond, I’m gonna go with a turtle.”
    “You wanna make a wager on it?”
    Tucker smile , letting me know that I may get more