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in the world that I wanted to do.

Cromwell’s brother was seventeen but looked like he was at least twenty-five with the beard that

he was sporting.

“Brent,” he said. “My brother Toby tells me a lot about you.”

Toby. Dr. Cromwell’s name was Toby? Since when?

“Umm,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “All good things I hope.”

Thankfully, he only smiled.

“Who’s this?” he asked, jerking his chin up in Luca’s direction.

Luca was busy using a net to catch fish.

He was standing about waist deep in the water and tossing a net designed to catch small baitfish

into the water over and over.

The reason he wasn’t catching fish, I was sure, was because he was still learning how to use the

net.

Each time he threw it, he ended up tossing it over onto itself, making the net downright useless

since he wasn’t able to close the net onto the fish as he pulled it up.

But each throw he got better and better and better.

His eyes, however, were on me as he pulled the net in.

His hat was pulled down low over his head, and he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt designed to

be cool and not burn him.

The only thing that could be seen were his hands and the underside of his chin thanks to the funny

floppy hat I’d bought him at a convenience store as we stopped to get gas earlier in the day.

“That’s my fiancé,” I said, not liking the way Brent was staring at Luca as if he was the interloper instead of the other way around.

“He doesn’t look like someone that you would be attracted to,” he pointed out.

I refrained from saying, ‘And how would you know what I am and am not attracted to?’

Instead, I chose to ignore the kid and watch my man.

His next cast with the net went a little wonky, but when he pulled the net up, he had a rather

impressive amount of fish in his hold.

“Nice!” I said, seeing them.

He waded out of the water and loosened the net over the bucket that he’d bought today to hold his

baitfish.

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