Midnight Ballerina by Cori Williams

Author:Cori Williams [Williams, Cori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Midnight Novels
Publisher: Cori Williams
Published: 2014-06-29T23:00:00+00:00

AFTER A VERY frustrating make out session with Miller, in which he didn’t let his hands stray once from my hips, he told me the next activity that he planned. Fishing. I felt like jumping into the water instead, just to cool myself off after getting so worked up and not having any relief. The shock of the cold water probably would help me out, but the possibility of hypothermia stopped me.

“Have you ever been fishing before?” Miller asked as I followed him over to a small shed that was situated on the other side of the pond. He pulled out a couple fishing poles and a tackle box, handing a pole to me that I carefully held in my hands.

“Um…a few times.” Once to be exact. I wasn’t too crazy about the idea, really. I remember the one time that I went and it wasn’t a happy memory. First, because I wanted no part in hooking the bait, and two, because the small boat we had taken out on the lake ended up tipping over. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about the second part because I didn’t see any boats in the vicinity and there certainly wasn’t one in the tiny shed.

“Good,” he laughed, “you aren’t one of those girly girls then.”

Miller walked to his horse, pulling something out of the side pocket on his saddle, before coming back to the bank of the pond where I stood waiting for him, fishing pole in hand. I gulped thickly when I realized that he had a container filled with live bait. Great. I thought maybe I would get lucky and use one of the pretty plastic things in the tackle box, but no such luck.

I glanced at Miller as he set the container down, pulled the lid off, and quickly had the bait on the end of his hook. He then cast his line, landing in the center of the pond, looking like a professional. “Do you need some help with your bait?”

“No,” I scoffed. “Not at all. I’ve got this.” Definitely not one of those girly girls. Well, most of the time.

“All right then.” His head turned forward once again as I bent down to grab the container. I looked around, finding exactly what I needed, and dragged my fishing pole behind me. I popped off the lid, tipping it a little, and watched as two dropped onto the large rock that I found, but a stray one landed on the top of my boot and I shook it off as quickly as possible, flinging it several feet into the air.

It was not starting off so well.

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