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Then they talked about the rescue, and Brett read over the interview questions and answers to make sure they all were in agreement, and then Jake took a few pictures of Kayla and Nate.
“We will be out of your hair then,” Brett said. “Have a good time.”
“And congratulations are in order,” Jake said.
“We will, thanks,” Kayla said, squeezing Nate’s hand, and glanced at Nate as if they were in trouble for not mentioning this to the pack leaders.
“Uh, yeah, we meant to tell Darien and Lelandi,” Nate said.
Jake and Brett laughed.
Jake said, “They know you’re busy. The word is spreading throughout the pack that you’re both mated. Your parents are thrilled and have told everyone. You know how it is. Lelandi and Darien both are delighted and wish you well.”
Brett smiled. “Yeah, though there were still some others who were sure hoping the two of you wouldn’t mate.”
Nate and Kayla smiled.
“But we knew it was to be,” Jake said.
Then he and Brett said their goodbyes and left.
“Well, the news of the other men telling the press you saved them was unexpected. Not to mentionthat your parents have told the whole pack about our mating. They’re so cute,” Kayla said.
“I agree about the other news. We will be hearing more about this, I’m afraid. As to my parents, they loved you from the moment they met you, so I’m not surprised they wanted to share the good news with the whole pack right away.” Nate smiled and hugged and kissed her.
“Well, I love them too. They already treat me like a daughter. So…are you ready to fish?” Kayla asked.
“I sure am.”
They put their damp bathing suits and beach towels out on the back patio to dry out, then retrieved fishing poles from the storage shed and filled a cooler with ice. After grabbing their backpacks and water, they headed out to the river with their gear in hand. Then they baited their hooks, stepped into the shallower water, and cast out their lines.
It wasn’t long before Nate was reeling in a 15-inch rainbow trout and glad he’d caught at least one of the fish they’d need for dinner.
“Wow, that looks great,” Kayla said. “I didn’t know you were such a lucky fisherman.”
He chuckled. “It has nothing to do with luck. It’s all in the wrist, and it’s all skill.” He put the trout in the ice chest, rebaited his hook, and cast the line out and got a nibble, his bobber bobbing.
“No,” Kayla whispered as the river rushed on byand the sun glinted off the water. “Not another one. Luck, I tell you.”
He laughed. He felt another tug, and then he began reeling in another rainbow trout. This one was a couple of inches smaller. He pulled it off the hook and put the fish into the ice chest.
“Donottoss your line back in the water. The next one is all mine,” Kayla said.
He smiled. “It sure is.”
Then he sat back on the bank and watched her. He loved her.
She waited and waited and waited. Then she turned to him. “Did you use different bait than I’m using?”
He laughed. “No.”
“Okay, I figured you might have sneaked something else on your hook when I wasn’t looking that’s really getting the trouts’ attention.”
He chuckled and got up and joined her in the water and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her cheek.
“Hmm, this is an awfully nice way to fish. I like it. I’m not sure I’ll catch anything, but—”
“You already caught me.”
