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Today we have an excerpt from my second contemporary romance Love Burns. I fell for Dave while writing Nate and Kay’s story, Clear As Day, but I swore up and down I wasn’t going to write a sequel. Well, Dave got his way, and his lady, and I’ve finished the first draft of their story. I hope you enjoy this little snippet.
As Nate and he walked over to the coolers, Ryan and Sam swarmed around him waving their fishing poles, bouncing and tugging at his t-shirt and shorts. “Uncle Dave, Uncle Dave. You’re back! We’ve been playing with Uncle Nate. Come fish with us! We want you to help us catch big fish.”
Dave caught Ryan’s pole before it put an eye out and extracted his descending shorts from Sam’s grip. He sighed and patted Sam on the head. “Okay, say we do this. I get a beer and my chair and meet you over by the big rock at the edge of the beach there. You don’t do anything with hooks until I get there. Deal?”
The twins shrieked and ran laughing to the water’s edge.
Nate solemnly patted Dave’s shoulder. “Man, you’re a glutton for punishment, and yes, I am so glad to hand them over to you. But warning, you’re going to need minimum two beers.”
Ryan and Sam dropped their poles by the water and raced back. They folded Dave’s chair and, huffing and puffing, dragged it over to the water’s edge and set it up, first facing the hillside then tugged it around to face the water. They sprinted back, and tussled over who got to carry the worm container. Ryan won and raced to Dave’s chair, Sam hot on his heels, and set it on the seat. “Hurry up, Uncle Dave.”
Nate grinned. “Good luck. I’ll bring your beer.”
Sam and Ryan raced back and grabbed his hands. “All ready. Hurry up!”
“Thanks.” He let the tiny dynamos drag him to his chair.
As Dave demonstrated hooking the worm, the boys watched wide-eyed, bouncing on their toes with piping shrieks of, “Oh, gross! Cool! Worm guts! Worm guts!”
Ryan went first, neatly double hooking his worm, while Sam squinted and bit his lip with a surgeon’s serious concentration as he lined up worm and hook.
“You’re doing good, Sam, what’s the matter?”