Dan All Over Again: Dan All Over Again / The Mountie Steals A Wife. Barbara Dunlop
You let go too early.”
“Premature ejaculation?” she asked, getting a grin out of him. “Now I know how you guys feel.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
“Hey, Danny boy!” a familiar voice called from a short distance. “You’re thinking with the wrong rod, bringing a woman out here during a tournament.”
She cringed before even looking up to see Hal’s grinning face as his boat drifted close. He was an older version of Dan, thirty pounds heavier, with a perpetual drunk look about him. To substantiate that impression, the hand he gestured to Cassie with held a can of beer.
“Keep your business out of my rods,” Dan told him.
Her mouth dropped open. “You told your dad to mind his own business?” Even Hal looked surprised.
“Sure, haven’t I always?”
Hal leaned forward and squinted his eyes at her. “Hey, isn’t that what’s-her-face?”
“Nice to see you again, too, Fred,” she shot back.
“Ooh, she’s still feisty! Danny, you gonna let her talk to me like that?”
“Knock it off, Hal.”
“Knock what off? Here, have a beer.” He tossed a can to Dan. “You want one, Wanda?”
“I’ll pass, Fred. I don’t usually imbibe until, oh, at least nine in the morning.”
“Suit yourself,” Hal said with a shrug, taking a big swig and burping.
Dan discreetly set his can on the bench. Then she heard it: squeak, squeak, squeak. When Roger stepped up from the cabin on Hal’s boat, Cassie made a decidedly unfeminine sound. He wore a dress shirt with the Looney Tunes bow tie, and his nose was covered in white zinc, as were his lips.
“Boy, they just don’t have any standards when it comes to who they’ll let join this tournament,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Or are you the booby prize?”
Roger blinked. “Cassie? What are you doing here? You don’t fish. And what do you mean, booby prize? Oh, you’re kidding. Ha, ha.”
“I most certainly do fish. Why, I just caught a big fish a few minutes ago.” She turned to Dan. “That’s the weenie I was telling you about.”
“You’re the guy who has to go around stealing other people’s accounts, eh?” Dan asked.
“I didn’t steal her account,” Roger said with a sniff. “It was a good business decision backed by our boss.” He rubbed his nose and left a big smear across his cheek. “Who are you?”
Dan slung his arm around her shoulders. “I’m the guy who’s going to teach her everything there is to know about fishing so she can steal the account right back.”
“I’m the only one who’s going to present the campaign to the client.” His grin looked funny with the white lips. “Unless you want to work with me.”
“I’m pitching the account on my own.”
“You can’t do that,” he whined.
“We’ll see about that,” Dan said, shocking her with his uptake of her defense, though she was slightly distracted by the hand that hovered just in front of her right breast.
“Says who?” Roger said.
“You don’t know Cassie very well, do you?” Dan said with a laugh.
“I’ve been trying to.” Roger did that sniffing thing again, making her wonder if it was a territorial ritual like the dogs did.
Dan chuckled. “Well, I was married to her, and you know what? I don’t envy you, not at all. But you’ll learn soon enough.”
She warmed at those words, but she put them aside for now. “I had no idea Hal and Roger were friends.”
“I’ve never seen him with Roger before. My guess is that your weenie doesn’t know the least thing about fishing, and he’s here doing the same thing you are.”
A grin spread across her face. “I’ll bet you’re right.” She called to Roger. “Since when do you fish, anyway?”
“I’ve been out on boats fishing nearly my whole life. I’m almost a pro. I could go on, but I’d just embarrass myself.” Roger’s knuckles were white where they gripped the railing on the boat. Wait a minute. She recognized that particular shade of green coloring his face. He was seasick! And he’d left his pills at the office.
“Well then the greasy hamburgers they’re going to serve at lunch, along with those oil-drenched fries should be no problem for a sea man like yourself.” His mouth tightened. “And for dessert, escargots. You know, those snails people dip in garlic butter and eat whole. I’ll bet they’re chewy, like conch.” Roger covered his mouth. “And oysters! Gotta have raw oysters, those wonderfully slimy things that slide right down your throat—”
Roger hunched forward, then raced down into the cabin. Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Hal watched him go, then raised his hands. “Oh, great. He’s already tossed his cookies twice.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You are a menace.”
She blew him a kiss. “Only to a sweet guy like yourself.” She turned to find Dan looking at her. “I suppose you agree with him.”
He grinned. “Well, you might have a lot of different effects on me, but you definitely don’t make me sick.”
“Just what a girl wants to hear.” What kind of effects? No, she didn’t want to know. But of course Dan hadn’t taken anyone’s side. She tilted her head and lowered her voice. “Thanks for your vote of confidence. About the fishing and all.”
He tweaked her nose. “I always knew you could do anything you set your mind to.”
“Even when I was flaky?”
“Even then.”
The contact, combined with those words, sent little shock waves through her. She couldn’t take her gaze from his, focusing on the way the early morning sun highlighted the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way the droplets of water glistened in his hair. She tilted her head slightly, out of some long-ago instinct that invited him to kiss her.
Hal called out, “Hey, Dan! Always remember and never forget, it’s not the size of your rod, but how you use it.” He cranked his motor and maneuvered into a position on the other side of the island, luckily out of view.
“Augh, he is such a creep! That man’s intellect is rivaled only by garden tools!” She regretted her vehemence when Dan removed his arm from around her. Although the recollection that he used to give her breast a discreet squeeze whenever he put his arm around her shoulders did make the removal a good thing overall.
“He looks like a sea slug to me.”
“Not Roger! Well, him, too. I was talking about Hal. That guy is such a jerk. Too bad you’re related to him.”
“Aw, he’s not such a bad guy.”
“He doesn’t like women, you know.”
“Are you saying he’s gay? No way. He’s always got women around.”
“He might like sex, but he doesn’t like women. He doesn’t respect them. I sort of understand why, with your mom leaving the both of you. I was always afraid he’d poison you against women, too.” She could have said more, but why open that can of worms now?
His expression softened at the concern on her face. “I don’t dislike women. For example, I don’t even dislike you, even though you broke my heart.”
She swallowed hard. “But you haven’t been in a real relationship since our marriage.”
“Maybe