#Chapter8

Gone fishing

Mack

I told Paige to dress for our date. I picked her up, and we got into the car.

She looked at the back seat. “Let me guess, fishing?”

“Well, you’re a smart cookie. I don’t think I could go out with a flighty girl.” I smiled

Paige shook her head.

I drove us to the pier. We got out of the car. I grabbed the poles and tackle box and handed her a plastic container. “Try not to drop them, or it will piss the fish off that you destroyed their food.”

She rolled her eyes.

We walked onto the dock. I set the poles down...