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twice as large as her first fish.
    Her hands hurt from how hard the fish had pulled. It had fought her for a while. When it broke the surface of the lake, the strong body had tugged so hard on the line, squirming back and forth, that now her hair and her shirt were damp with water. Still, she was laughing even as she was wrestling it into the small bucket where the other fish was already waiting, feeling triumphant. All the memories of going fishing with her Grandpa had returned. He'd be proud of her for pulling in such an exemplary trout!
    "That's enough to feed three," she murmured as she watched the fish twist angrily in her bucket. "Although I hope I won't have a jaguar as guest."
    Again she looked towards the shore, wondering whether Steven was still in the area. She hadn't seen him for a week. She was almost curious enough to call his brother again and use the jaguar as an excuse to find out more about Steven, but so far she'd been able to resist.
    I should call Sidney and ask if she can find out more... But if I tell Sidney how I met him, she'll never stop teasing me.
    Worse, Sidney would probably try to talk her into asking him out for a date. And Cleo wasn't sure whether she was up to something like that again.
    I don't even know him, she told herself. I keep thinking about him because he's incredibly hot and mysterious and the way he smiled at me was...
    She bit her lip when heat rushed to her face, even as a similar heat pooled between her legs. She shifted awkwardly.
    It was impossible to stop thinking about him. And that was a problem all of its own, because she'd come here to heal from Walter, and not to dive head over heels into the next terrible decision.
    Dinner first, she decided when the looked at her heavy bucket once more. And then maybe more painting. And no more thoughts about 'what ifs'. He's just a random stranger who'll move on soon. Actually, maybe he has already moved on!
    Determined, she took up the oars and began rowing back towards the shore. It felt good to feel the strain of her muscles; it distracted her from all the thoughts about things she couldn't change.
    The sun was still shining down onto her. The day was gorgeous. It was warm enough that a bath in the lake seemed tempting now.
    And just at that thought, she saw a head break through the surface of the lake further north. It was at a safe distance from her own pier, but she recognized the head with the wet, brown hair hanging into the swimmer's eyes immediately.
    Steven!
    Something inside her clenched, heat coiling inside her belly once more as she remembered how he'd looked standing inside her pond, the firm muscles, strong thighs, broad shoulders all gleaming wetly in the sunlight.
    Before she could think about what she was doing, she raised a hand and waved.
    Steven hesitated a moment, than raised his own hand to wave back.
    Suddenly determined, she gripped her oars harder and picked up the pace, rowing past her pier and further north until they were close enough to hear each other.
    "Hello neighbor," she called out, unable to help the smile that spread over her face.
    This really wasn’t like her at all. And this was definitely a bad idea.
    But hadn't she come out here to make a break with who she’d been before? Maybe she should try to be the sort of person who made choices like this!
    "Any luck today?" Steven called back and nodded towards her boat.
    She laughed and raised her bucket, then realized that he couldn't see what was inside.
    "Are you hungry?" she shouted. "Consider yourself invited for dinner if you are!"
    For a moment, Steven just stared at here without replying. She felt her heart sink in her throat—it had been a bad idea, she'd known that! Why would he—
    A sudden splash distracted her. Steven was swimming towards her, parting the water with powerful, certain strokes. She had to swallow again as she watched him. He seemed so at ease in the water—it was like watching an Olympian level athlete in his