“What’s with the fish?” Luke asked casually. Harper shrugged, securing her seatbelt. “He bought it at a yard sale and tells people he caught it himself. ‘It took me four hours to reel in that swordfish,’” she mimicked in a deep voice. “I’m pretty sure that’s a marlin.” Harper stared at him for a beat. “A marlin?” Luke nodded. She burst out laughing, dropping her head against the headrest. “What an ass.”
