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With a snort, Teague shook off theon a si he’d had to worry about was the ju rock and poison ivy The world he lived in noas about as far away froet

“No going back,” hehis line out into the calm water

The next few hours saw the sunrise and the lake slowly co the open water, pulling skiers and tubers, Teague was done He’d had a good ood-sized pike and two largemouth bass

He tied up the boat and gathered his gear together and then headed into the boathouse Once everything was put back where it belonged, he returned for his cooler, intent on cleaning the fish and getting them ready to eat

A kid was sprawled on the dock, peering over the edge into Teague’s boat The blond curls were unmistakable Harry

Teague took a step closer and paused as a puppy ca with another kid

Morgan

Both of the deal in their house—and Morgan’s hair was a e

Irritated, he tried not to show it and kept his voice level “Where’s yourbeside Harry so that he could retrieve his cooler Bingo juently pushed the dog out of the way

“Sleeping,” Morgan answered, joining her brother, those big eyes of hershis She pointed to the cooler “What’s in there?”

“Fish, you duht? You went fishing this ?”

Teague didn’t reply—he just gave a quick nod He had other things on his mind… like a hearty breakfast The ry as hell

“I like to fish,” Harry said standing up and rubbing his tummy “But Mommy doesn’t like to take us out in the boat”

“That’s because she can’t,” Morgan said with a frown

“Can’t?” Teague asked, grabbing the cooler