Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
GRIFFIN
Finally, we were fishing.
The water lapped against the pontoon. I inhaled and smiled, trying to force the peace I usually felt being on the water. But the numbness was still there. I widened my smile, trying harder.
“Look at Griff’s stupid grin.” James snickered, flicking his line out.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Bowen teased, reeling in slowly. “Because it’s definitely not fishing.”
“Be for real,” Theo scoffed. “We all know he’s thinking about doing the hippity dippity. Perv.”
I adjusted my grip on my rod. “Can y’all not? You’re going to scare the fish away.”
Liam chortled. “He’s most definitely thinking about how Cash and Charlie did the hippity dippity on this very boat on their honeymoon night.”
Cash didn’t miss a beat. “And did it well. Many, many times.”
“That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Theo protested.
“You mean my wife?” Cash’s eyes dropped to his line. “And your line is about to tangle with mine. Quit being a water hog, Theo.”
Theo huffed, but he reeled in his line.
“Why would I want to think about Cash and Charlie?” I shivered. “No, thank you.”
Bowen opened his mouth to say something that would’ve made Mom reach for the dish soap—I could see it in his mischievous eyes—but my phone rang. Loudly.
Crap. I forgot to silence it.
Liam threw his hand up. “Just great. The fish are gone now.”
“Sorry.” I didn’t usually answer numbers I didn’t recognize. But ever since Anna had spotted Jules, I answered them all. And this one looked like a Honeyville number.
I hit the green checkmark and pinched the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Hello?”