Unexpected Temptations

Chapter: 8

Brock had arranged everything perfectly. He had packed a picnic lunch, complete with a blanket for them to sit on. And a bottle of expensive champagne. It was just like they were dating again. And it seemed as though dating could be a real possibility.

He unloaded the fishing equipment from off the back of the old beat up pickup. "Do you know how long it's been since I've been fishing?"

Reba arched a defined eyebrow. "Did you really bring me down here just to fish?"

His smile was worth a million dollars. "Would you be disappointed if I said yes?"

"I don't know." she shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"That's good to know." he said. "I'll remember that for later on."

"Later on?" she asked. "Just how long is this fishing trip going to last anyway?"

Brock made his way to the river bank. "I didn't know you had a curfew." he teased. "Are you going to turn into a pumpkin or something?"

Reba followed closely behind him. "You never know, I just might."

He sat down in the grass with the two fishing poles and his tackle box. "I seem to remember you being a little more adventurous. Maybe we need to do something about that."

"Maybe." she sat down beside him.

He opened the tackle box. "Here." he handed her a lure. "It's my lucky one."

She took it from his hand. "I can't believe you still have this old thing. It should be dry rotted by now."

"It still gets me the biggest fish." he told her. "Ever since you gave it to me when we started dating."

Reba smiled. "We have to find something else for you to be sentimental about." she baited her hook.

Brock fastened his lure. "I thought that's what we were working on?" he cast his line out into the river. "Finding our way back to each other?"

"Are you really sure you want to do this, Brock?" she asked. "Sometimes things are different in the morning light."

"I'm sure." he said. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Tell me you feel the same way."

She nodded. "Oh, I don't know." she said. "I think you might be worth a second chance."

Brock smiled, brightly. "I knew you would see it my way."

"I'm sure you did." she felt a bite on her line and started reeling it in. "I guess you were right. This thing is lucky."

"Don't be so sure of yourself." he teased. "It could be just a boot or something."

"Jealous I'm getting the first fish of the day?" she continued to reel her line in. "And we haven't been out here more than five minutes."

"I told you it was the bait."

There was a medium size fish on her hook. "I need you to take it off." she told him.

"Still afraid of touching fish after all these years?"

"They're slimy!"

Brock laid his fishing pole down and reached for hers. "So keep them and eat them and or toss them back?"

"Toss them back." she decided. "Unless we get a really big one."

He tossed the fish back into the water and then picked up his fishing pole. "Would you like to try it without my lucky bait?"

"No thanks." Reba cast her line back out into the water. "I've forgotten how relaxing this is."

"It's nice, isn't it?" he said. "It's like we don't have a care in the world."

She smiled. "Yeah." she said. "Who would have thought we'd be sitting here together like this a week ago."

"Well I had hoped, but I couldn't quite convince myself it would ever be true." he told her. "I guess that means we do have a shot at this. A real shot."

"I think so." she agreed. "I'm certainly willing to give it a try."

"You have no idea how happy you've made me."

"Oh, yeah?" she countered. "I guess you'll just have to show me."

tbc...

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