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Maybe it was old.

Maybe he didn’t need it.

“What?” Drew asked.

I pointed to where the trolling motor had been ripped from the mount it’d previously been sitting on. “It’s gone.”

Drew looked around me, then cursed.

“What happened to it?” He asked.

I pointed to the water.

“Fuck,” Drew said, scrambling to the front of the boat.

“I’d say that’s about ten feet or so,” PD said with a laugh.

Drew snorted, then reached for the wires that were still connecting the lights to the boat.

He pulled it up, and miraculously it still worked when he put the bar back in place.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” Drew growled. “We’re never going to get to dry land in time to get the decoys out.”

By this point, the illusion was way old, and I might or might not have gotten a little annoyed and pissy.

“Listen,” I said. “This is cool that you got me out of my house, but I’m pretty sure that my balls are freezing off.”

Both men blinked at me, staring at me as if I’d grown a second head.

“You don’t have any balls,” PD felt obligated to point out.

“Is that right?” I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

PD shuddered.

“That’d just be so totally wrong,” he said, eyeing the skin tight waders. “So wrong.”

I smiled.

“So…tell me about you, PD,” I said, leaning back in the chair and wrapping the coat that Drew had shed for me back around me. “You know my best friend, Naomi, right?”

I could see PD’s eyes narrow in the pre-dawn light, and I had to hide my smile as I breathed in deeply.

The smell of Drew filled my lungs, making my heart start to beat a little faster.

He always smelled like lemon and a faint whiff of smoke.

It wasn’t what I would think of when I thought on how a man was supposed to smell, but it was him.

In fact, I was so caught up in the smell that I almost missed PD’s answer.

“I’m thirty-seven, and I’m a bit too kinky for your sweet, innocent little friend.”

My mouth might, or might not have, dropped open.

Luckily, the darkness that was still clinging to the surroundings as well as Drew’s t-shirt blocked my reaction.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “What, are you into spankings? Like with floggers? Oh!” I said excitedly once my mouth finally came unstuck from my chest, leaning forward so I could see PD when I said what I had to say next. “Are we talking bondage and toys kinky here or ginger anal plugs?”