CHAPTER 78: MAGGIE

“Are you telling me I could be standing here all day and not catch a thing?”

Gramps cacklesd across the boat. “That’s exactly what he’s telling you!”

I turned my face toward Austin, and he grinned. “What?”

“I can’t believe I got roped into this.” This was ridiculous. I ate fish. I didn’t catch it. Hell.

“Hey.” His hands fell to my hips and he nudged my collar from my neck with his nose. His lips brushed the skin of my neck. “This was your idea, remember?”

“Yes …” My idea for them.

Austin’s nose ran up and down my neck, his breath hot against me, and I swallowed.

“So you didn’t get roped into anything. You had to know that you’d end up fishing,” he reasoned.

“Mhmm.”

“So why are you so surprised?”

I shivered when he took a deep breath and exhaled against my skin. His hands slid down my sides to the front pockets of my jeans. He placed his fingers in them, spreading them out and stroking my legs, before taking them back out.

“I’m not,” I whispered.

“Then don’t complain.” He was smiling a