Part 1, part 28
“She favors her mother,” Ross answered, unbuttoning Dana’s top button.
“No, she looks like more like you,” Dana said, twisting slightly to allow Ross access to the next button.
“She said she had her own boat, does she fish alone?”
“She has a partner now, but she fished alone for a few years. It’s in her blood.”
“Is there enough fish out there for all of you? Mmmm, Ross, oh.”
“Leave her and the fish back at Dorothy’s for now.”
“Is that a flashlight or . . .”
“Yes, I am happy to see you,” he murmured, stroking her soft skin. “Very happy. I’d like to see a little more of you, in fact.”
Dana reached over and unzipped the tent.