The Billionaire's Courageous Lover (Bold, Alaskan Men Book 3) by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

her, just like the websites had explained to do. 
    It didn’t seem like getting a stupid hook to land in a specific spot should be this difficult!  And what was the allure of standing at the end of a cold dock in the biting wind anyway?  It seemed pretty stupid to her. 
    But she was going to do it!  She was going to master this ridiculous sport even if she got frostbite doing it! 
    Could she get frostbite?  Looking around at the grey skies and the wind whipping the water up to little white tuffs, she suspected that it was indeed cold enough to get frostbite.  Okay, she’d draw the line at frostbite.  No sport was worth that much pain. 
    She cast her line one more time, unaware of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she concentrated on the effort. 
    Another miss, but at least she hadn’t “captured” a tree again.  When the hook landed in the water, she counted that “cast” as a success. 
    Reeling it in, just like the website had explained, she pondered what sport she would learn next.  Maybe fishing was more interesting during the summer.  But in Alaska, spring and summer fishing meant salmon and those suckers were big!  She didn’t think she wanted to catch anything that huge!  Not to mention, they had teeth!  They looked evil. 
    No, she preferred fishing now.  Maybe she’ll catch something, maybe she won’t.  She’d read another article that discussed the joys of just being in a quiet area.  The solitude is what some fisherpersons enjoyed. 
    Looking around, Andie could understand that.  It was nice and quiet here. Although it would be nicer if she had a hat!
    Suddenly, she felt a tug on her line and looked down.  When her line started to spin, she wasn’t sure what she should do. 
    But wait….reel spinning, line moving outwards…she’d caught a fish!  She’d actually caught a fish!  Screaming with excitement, she jumped up and down.  “I caught something!” she yelled out even though no one was around.  “I caught a fish!” 
    She grabbed her reel and started to tug the fish back gently, just like the article had explained.  Pulling too hard might snap the line, not pulling hard enough and the fish could get off the hook. 
    Carefully reeling back the hook, she watched, amazed while the water seemed to form a V as the line pulled in whatever was underneath the dark, churning surface. 
    When she got the fish to the end of the dock, she carefully lifted the fish out and there it was!  Andie screamed with delight and excitement, jumping up and down as she held her first catch in the air. 
    No one was around to see her “catch” but she didn’t care!  She’d done it!  She’d actually caught a fish!  Where was a camera when one needed it? 
     
    Knox had gotten the call from George at the hardware store but he’d resisted going down to the dock to investigate.  So what if Andie wanted to learn to fish?  And why had George called him?  He wasn’t in charge of the fishing for the area. 
    But in the end, he couldn’t seem to stay away.  He pictured her snagging a large fish and getting pulled into the cold waters, dragged down and…hell, he’d never thought that his imagination was that good, but knowing that Andie was down at the end of the boat dock with a new rod and reel made his mind flash with dangerous images of her hurt or pulled out to sea. 
    When he heard the scream, his heart just about lurched out of his chest.  For a moment, he froze, trying to figure out where she was.  The second scream sounded strange, but he turned his head and spotted her.  She was still at the end of the dock, no hat, no gloves and she was jumping up and down as if…well, he had no idea what was wrong with Andie at the moment, nor did he care.  All he could think about was getting to her side and saving her from whatever danger had surfaced. 
    He was sprinting down the wooden dock when she pulled something out of the water and jumped up and down again.