Hook, Line, and Sinker (Bellinger Sisters, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

He liked talking to her. Loved it, actually, even when it was hard.

“I think we love it in different ways. He loves the tradition and structure of fishing. I love how wild nature can get. How it can be more than one thing. How it evolves. One year, the crabs are in one place, the next they’re in another. No one can … define the ocean. It defines itself.”

He stroked his fingertips down her right arm, then seemed to pull back, as if he’d done it without thinking and realized it was too much.

“You’re a surprise, Hannah. How could I hate them?” He cleared his throat hard. “Even familiar … you’re a constant surprise.”

A few minutes away from her arms and he was already back to being cold.

“I’m yours and you’re mine. So it’s always going to be right.”