Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I sincerely hope one of those isn't for me.” I tried my best not to notice the squirming worm on the hook, but it was hard not to.
Brady chuckled. “Not a fan of fishing—who would’ve guessed?” He drew his arm back and did something to make the hook and cork fly far out into water. Oh, yeah, it was called casting. Probably.
Then he placed the pole into a little cup-like holder at the end of the dock. “Can you at least keep an eye on that one?”
“What am I watching for?”
“Let me know if the cork goes under.”
Ah. That I probably could do.
He cast again and kept his pole in his hands. “You know, maybe you’d like fishing if we added some technology to the process.”
“Like what? Email the fish and ask it to come bite on the worm?”
“More like a rod with an electric reel so you don’t have to fight the fish yourself. Or I think they have special radar systems that can show you where the fish are. Think your fans would like it if you reviewed something like that?”
“I can ask.” Sometimes I posted polls asking what tech they wanted me to explore next. I could just see it: the choice between a three-hundred-dollar state-of-the-art vibrator or an automatic fishing rod.
I sat down on the dock, my legs crossed as I watched Brady. He went very still as he held the rod, but I got the feeling his senses were on high alert. I was right, because he yanked the fishing pole back almost before the cork disappeared under the surface.
He cranked the reel hard, and in almost no time, he had a slimy, wiggling fish in front of him. “There’s a net in the tacklebox.”
Ignoring the strong impulse to put as much distance between myself and the gross fish as possible, I located the net and handed it to him. No way was I going to have any part in this.
“Such a city girl.” He grinned, seeming amused by my reluctance. “Come on, let’s catch us some more breakfast.”
18
LILA
I could feel Brady’s eyes on me as the four of us sat around the table. “Well?”
“Okay, you were right.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't deny the truth.
“Right about what?” Cole asked.
“Having trout for breakfast,” Brady elaborated. “Lila didn’t think she’d like it.”
“No one fries up fish like Brady,” Cole said.
“It’s delicious,” Penny said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that when I’d told her what Brady was making, she’d been just as horrified as me.
“Yeah… if you can ignore the fact that it’s fish.”
Brady raised an eyebrow as he held up a thick slice of toast. “Protein gets your day off to a good start. Aren’t most of you city types into the low-carb lifestyle?”
“I like carbs,” I protested. Especially homemade bread. Especially Brady’s homemade bread.
“Me too,” Penny said. “Will you be baking bread again soon?”
Cole chuckled at her eagerness, and her face turned pink. “I just meant, maybe we could take some pictures for the website.”
“Good idea.” The loaves that Brady made were a work of art.
Cole cleared his throat. “So, what kind of high-tech devices do we need to replace today?”
It took a lot not to glance at Brady when his cousin said that. I felt fairly certain he was staring at me, perhaps with a smug look. “Penny and I had some ideas for videos we wanted to shoot.”
“Finally going to teach your viewers how to fish?” Brady asked, and this time I did look up. As expected, he looked amused.
“As fascinating as that sounds, we were thinking of going more for the comedy aspect. Penny and I sketched out some ideas yesterday.”
Cole raised an eyebrow. “You script your pre-recorded videos?”
“It’s more like a loose outline. But yeah, sometimes we discuss ahead of time things we think our viewers would like to see.”
“Makes sense,” Cole said. “What will you film today?”
“It was Penny’s idea,” I said, turning things over to her. Unlike yesterday when she was inexplicably Ms. Business, she was quiet and reserved today. I wondered if that meant she’d gotten in touch with her deadbeat boyfriend.
Penny set down her glass of juice and looked a little alarmed to be called on. “Well, um, we thought we could kind of do a parody of Lila’s videos where she demonstrates high-tech products. Instead, we’ll find some—no offense—low-tech things around the inn and have her share how to use them.”
“Like what?” Brady asked. “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be explaining how anything in the kitchen works.”
His observation made me grin. “Definitely not. We were thinking like the dartboard downstairs or starting a fire in the fire pit.”
Brady frowned. “You think your followers want to know how to use those things?”
“No,” I said, struggling to explain it. “As Penny said, it’s more of a parody. We’ll make it seem like it’s some revolutionary procedure and talk it up. I think they’ll like it.”