The next morning was infinitely better.
Maybe it was because they had finally talked.
Maybe it was because Clinton was beautiful this time of year.
Or maybe it was simply because Ethan had spent the entire morning making it impossible for Raina to stay angry for more than five consecutive minutes.
Either way, the tension from the previous night had faded considerably by the time they finished breakfast.
The lake shimmered beneath the morning sun as they arrived at a small dock on the edge of town. Several fishing boats drifted lazily across the water while a handful of locals stood along the wooden pier with rods in hand.
Raina looked around skeptically.
Ethan looked delighted.
That should have been her first warning.
"You've done this before?" she asked as he prepared the fishing line.
"A few times."
"And people enjoy it?"
Ethan laughed.
"Believe it or not, yes."
Raina glanced out across the lake.
Nothing moved.
Nothing happened.
