Chapter 17: Sparkly Pink
Blake went outside, needing space, needing to breathe. She followed along behind him. What do we need to do now?
Are you hungry?
She frowned slightly. I guess I am. I hadnt thought about it until now.
How about I catch us some fish for lunch?
Her expression was doubtful. Just like that, you can catch some fish?
Just like that. He winked at her and headed for the plane to get his rig.
While Blake took his fishing rod a few yards down the shore, Shasta sat tailor-style on the dock and watched him. He flicked his wrist, and she heard a whirring sound as his line flew out over the lake and plopped into the water. Then he slowly reeled in his line, the lure bobbing along the top of the water as it moved closer to him.