“Preston said I could come up here,” she stuttered nervously.
He arched a brow. “For?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to watch from up here. Is that okay?”
No, it wasn’t. He wanted peace and quiet. But he couldn’t tell his client that.
“Sure.”
He gestured to the seat next to where he stood.
She hopped up onto it, leaned back, and crossed her slim, slightly tanned legs. The hot-pink shorts she wore rose, giving him a better view of her shapely legs. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like what he saw.
He hit a small wave, and the boat jostled, causing her to uncross her legs and readjust herself in the seat. Now she left her legs uncrossed and placed her feet on the footrail to stabilize herself.
“Is it going to be bumpy today?” she asked, with a hint of concern in her tone.
“It shouldn’t be. Weatherwise, it should be a great day to be on the water. No wind. No waves. No problems.”
“Super.”
“Once we’re through the canal, we’ll go faster and get to the start of our fishing spot.”
“Start?”
“Yeah. We’ll get to our spot, set lines, and troll.”
“Set lines?”
“Yes, get the rods ready for you ladies to reel in some monster salmon. That’s what we do.”
She smiled, and he followed suit.
Emma leaned back in the seat and stared forward. When they got to the canal, she leaned forward and looked from side to side.
“I see people up there,” she commented as she pointed to the right side of the canal.
“Yeah. Some people fish from the dock wall. There’s also a Door County Land Trust trail that goes along part of the wall.”
“Land Trust?”
“Yes. The organization has acquired substantial property over the years. They preserve the property for public use, creating a lot of nice hiking trails. If you and your friends have time while you are up here, you may want to check them out.”
“We’re just day tripping it today, but maybe we’ll come back soon. I’ve visited Door County a lot, but it never crossed my mind to hike.”
“What do you do when you are here?”
“I’m sure you’ll think this is stupid, but we shop and go to the wineries.”
“That’s not stupid if it’s what you enjoy doing.”
Shopping and wineries were not his thing, but he understood what those two things meant to the local economy, so far be it from him to diss it.
He pointed forward. “There’s the Coast Guard station.”
“Cool.”
“Once we’re past the piers, we’ll travel faster. If you want to go back down with your friends, now would be the time to do that. It will take us twenty minutes to get to our spot.”
