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Author: Riley Rhea
than I bargained for if he’s right. “Turtle, you climb our tree with me. Bluegill, I’ll answer your question.”
“Deal .”
I finally get the line reeled in enough to see what I caught, and we’re both wrong.
“How the hell did a catfish get in to this pond?” I hold up my line, glancing over at Tucker.
“ Dunno, but let me unhook him so you don’t get gilled.”
I roll my eyes at this until Tucker bends over to retrieve his pliers from the tackle box.
Hello nice ass.
“Brenna James, stop staring at my ass.” He stands up straight, eyes boring into mine.
Busted! My only reaction is to grin at him, wondering if it has the same effect on him that his grin has on me.
Tucker removes the hook and throws the catfish back into the pond. There went supper, as if I was going to cook it anyway.
The sun is starting to sink below the horizon, and to my disappointment we won’t be staying much longer. I’m not ready to say goodbye to Tucker yet.
He quickly puts everything back into his tackle box and is now reeling in his line. I grab my pole and start toward his truck. When I get there, I drop the tailgate and hop up to take a seat as I wait for him.
I’m leaning back , watching the sun disappear, when Tucker joins me on the tailgate, scooting in close.
“So?” I ask, my eyes meeting his. “Since we were both wrong, how ‘bout we go climb our tree, and you answer my question?”
Tucker looks up at the sky, he seems to be thinking over this for a minute before he answers. “Sounds good.”
He lowers himself to the ground and waits for me to jump down so he can close the tailgate then he rushes to the driver’s door and opens it. I climb up into the truck and scoot over to the middle when Tucker starts the engine. The radio station is playing Nitty Gritty Dirt Band’s Fishing in the Dark.
I have to laugh, I mean, what are the odds that we were just fishing, the sun has set, and this song starts playing on the radio. Talk about a coincidence.
I look out the window to watch the stars come out and think about all the nights Tucker and I roamed these fields catching lightning bugs. It was a game to see who could catch the most in their Mason jar. Things were so much simpler when all we worried about was having fun.
Chapter Four
Tucker parks the truck near our tree. Not close enough for me to use the truck as a ladder, so I guess he will be boosting me up there. We both get out of the truck and walk toward the lowest branch. Tucker squats down and cups his hands. I place my foot there and up I go. Just like old times.
I settle onto a branch, waiting for Tucker to join me. When he does, he sits on the branch, his back to the truck, and holds outs his hand to help me get situated. He pulls me close until my back is against his chest, encircling his arms around my waist.
Settling my arms on top his that are holding my waist, I lean my head back against his chest. I am completely relaxed and feel in this moment that I am exactly where I should be. This is a moment that I’ll want to remember forever. I take my phone out of my pocket and angle it just right to capture a picture, so no matter what tomorrow brings, I will at least have this memory to look at whenever I want.
Tucker clears his throat , startling me. He tightens his arms a little to keep me from falling. His chest expands as he takes a deep breath. Maybe he’s getting ready to answer my question from earlier.
Tucker says, “All right, I’m gonna talk and you listen, okay?” He waits until I nod my agreement before continuing. “I’m gonna start at the beginning.”
“Okay.” I whisper.
He says, “I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I was helping Dad unload the truck and I looked up to see the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. You wore pair of grass stained, worn out jeans, a pink T-shirt, and your boots.”
Much like I am dressed right now , minus the grass stains, but I don’t say a word,
“Deal .”
I finally get the line reeled in enough to see what I caught, and we’re both wrong.
“How the hell did a catfish get in to this pond?” I hold up my line, glancing over at Tucker.
“ Dunno, but let me unhook him so you don’t get gilled.”
I roll my eyes at this until Tucker bends over to retrieve his pliers from the tackle box.
Hello nice ass.
“Brenna James, stop staring at my ass.” He stands up straight, eyes boring into mine.
Busted! My only reaction is to grin at him, wondering if it has the same effect on him that his grin has on me.
Tucker removes the hook and throws the catfish back into the pond. There went supper, as if I was going to cook it anyway.
The sun is starting to sink below the horizon, and to my disappointment we won’t be staying much longer. I’m not ready to say goodbye to Tucker yet.
He quickly puts everything back into his tackle box and is now reeling in his line. I grab my pole and start toward his truck. When I get there, I drop the tailgate and hop up to take a seat as I wait for him.
I’m leaning back , watching the sun disappear, when Tucker joins me on the tailgate, scooting in close.
“So?” I ask, my eyes meeting his. “Since we were both wrong, how ‘bout we go climb our tree, and you answer my question?”
Tucker looks up at the sky, he seems to be thinking over this for a minute before he answers. “Sounds good.”
He lowers himself to the ground and waits for me to jump down so he can close the tailgate then he rushes to the driver’s door and opens it. I climb up into the truck and scoot over to the middle when Tucker starts the engine. The radio station is playing Nitty Gritty Dirt Band’s Fishing in the Dark.
I have to laugh, I mean, what are the odds that we were just fishing, the sun has set, and this song starts playing on the radio. Talk about a coincidence.
I look out the window to watch the stars come out and think about all the nights Tucker and I roamed these fields catching lightning bugs. It was a game to see who could catch the most in their Mason jar. Things were so much simpler when all we worried about was having fun.
Chapter Four
Tucker parks the truck near our tree. Not close enough for me to use the truck as a ladder, so I guess he will be boosting me up there. We both get out of the truck and walk toward the lowest branch. Tucker squats down and cups his hands. I place my foot there and up I go. Just like old times.
I settle onto a branch, waiting for Tucker to join me. When he does, he sits on the branch, his back to the truck, and holds outs his hand to help me get situated. He pulls me close until my back is against his chest, encircling his arms around my waist.
Settling my arms on top his that are holding my waist, I lean my head back against his chest. I am completely relaxed and feel in this moment that I am exactly where I should be. This is a moment that I’ll want to remember forever. I take my phone out of my pocket and angle it just right to capture a picture, so no matter what tomorrow brings, I will at least have this memory to look at whenever I want.
Tucker clears his throat , startling me. He tightens his arms a little to keep me from falling. His chest expands as he takes a deep breath. Maybe he’s getting ready to answer my question from earlier.
Tucker says, “All right, I’m gonna talk and you listen, okay?” He waits until I nod my agreement before continuing. “I’m gonna start at the beginning.”
“Okay.” I whisper.
He says, “I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I was helping Dad unload the truck and I looked up to see the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. You wore pair of grass stained, worn out jeans, a pink T-shirt, and your boots.”
Much like I am dressed right now , minus the grass stains, but I don’t say a word,