Making Waves by Rock Joanne

Author:Rock, Joanne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quarter Moon Press
Published: 2024-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Her competitive nature hadn’t bothered to recall that she’d never been much of a fisher.

In a bid to grab her father’s attention at an early age, she’d always been the first to volunteer and the first to line up for a competition, hoping a win would snag her dad’s notice. It hadn’t, of course. But she’d found a lot of other satisfaction in ambition. She’d discovered talents she never would have known about otherwise. Cooking for one. After volunteering to spearhead a tea for honor students’ parents as a sophomore, she’d belatedly recalled the only dish she made with success was Lucky Charms. Through study and determination, she’d turned out kick-butt scones and homemade preserves for one hundred with the help of a couple friends.

Unfortunately, her race to enter a fishing contest with Jack didn’t seem destined to end favorably. Especially not when he got a second bite on his line in as many minutes.

“What is that?” she yelped, jumping to her feet as Jack’s reel went spinning about a hundred miles an hour, his line yanked tight.

“Something big. Crap.” He scrambled to find leverage before the line ran out. “There’s no harness for stand-up fishing.”

“Put the rod in the holder!” she pointed to the gizmo he’d showed her that secured the rod to the boat when wrestling a big catch.

Before he could, the reel stopped spinning as the line ran out. His arms were yanked forward, pitching his whole body off balance. She screamed as he skidded toward the edge of the deck, still holding on to the fishing rod.

“It’s gotta be five hundred pounds.” His voice was hoarse with the strain of holding onto the catch, but he managed a laugh even as the veins popped on his forehead. “I bet it’s a bluefin.”

“Let it go!” she dropped her gear and ran to him, hooking a hand in the waist band of his cargo shorts.

As if she could hold back a two hundred pound guy and Shamu, too.

“Depends,” he edged out between gritted teeth, his body slipping closer to the brink of the deck as he risked a glance at her. “Do I win?”

If she hadn’t been scared to death for him, she might have let him go overboard with the damn fish. “Yes! For crying out loud, Jack--.”

He hit something on the reel and the line spun free of the rod. The tension disappeared so fast she stumbled backward with the jolt. The whole boat rocked as if freed of a giant anchor.

In the aftermath of the battle, the sea felt oddly calm and quiet. Gentle waves sloshed the hull as they each caught their breath.

Jack must have recovered his sooner because the next sound she heard was warm male laughter.

Blinking against the bright sun, she focused in on him where he still sprawled on the deck, the fishing rod by his side as he propped himself up on one elbow. Watching her.

“You nearly got yourself killed and scared me out of my mind,” she reminded him sternly.

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