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some magic ice fairy seemed to have left for them. The fairy had also brought cheese and crackers, two fishing poles and a bucket of bait.
    “I thought we could try again,” he said, almost shyly. “If you want to.”
    She grinned at him. “Yes! This is perfect. The prefect introduction.”
    He handed her a pole and reached into the bait bucket. “You might not want to look,” he said. “Worms. Big nasty ones.”
    “Gross,” Mia said. She shook her head and took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. I can handle it.”
    “You want to bait the hook?” He held up a gigantic, squiggling worm.
    “No! No, no.” She stepped back. “I’ll look, but I won’t touch.”
    He laughed, and she joined him. “That would be asking too much,” she said.
    “I thought so,” he said. He turned away from her, so she mercifully couldn’t see what he was doing. When he turned around the hook seemed to be neatly coated with a worm that wasn’t squirming any more.
    “That wasn’t so bad,” she said. He stood behind her and helped her cast the line into the harbor. He baited his own hook and threw out his cast.
    “What now?” she asked.
“We wait,” he said. “And drink.”
    The sun slowly dipped as they chatted and laughed and sipped wine. Every ten minutes or
    so Blaine reminded Mia to cast again. He was easy to talk to, and funny, but she noticed it seemed like he asked all the questions. By the time it was dark, he knew everything about Mia: her family, her education, her childhood pets, her birthday and favorite colors and movies, and her love of children and teaching.
              “I really admire you,” he said. “Teaching those small children. It takes so much patience and creativity.
                  “I love them like my own. I’d like to have at least three someday.” She smiled at him. “How about you? Do you want kids?”
                  He shrugged. “I’m not very patient.”
                  “It’s harder when they’re not your children. I think everyone is more patient with their own kids.”
                  “How far away is your apartment?” he asked.
                  She was becoming used to him turning the conversation away from himself, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her. “Fifteen minute drive. Out past the outlets.” She pointed up at the penthouse condo and tried again to get some information out of him. “How long have you been in this place? It’s amazing.”
                  He shrugged. “It belongs to a friend. I’m just staying here for a while. Not sure what I’m doing long term.”
                  “Oh. So you might not be here long—” A tug at her line distracted her. “Oh—look! Look at my line!”
                  The end of the pole dipped and wiggled and ran zigzags around the water below them. Blaine set his own pole aside. He stood behind her and helped her reel in her line.
                  “It must be huge!” she said, giddy with excitement. “It’s so strong—it’s going to break the line! It’s—“
                  The fish broke the surface, a square silver thing that couldn’t have been more than six inches long. Blaine reached for it.
                  “You’re kidding!” Mia said. She giggled. “That tiny thing? I thought it was going to pull me over the railing.”
                  He smiled and squeezed the hook from the little fish’s cheek. “They fight hard. Even the little ones. They know what’s coming if they don’t. A little mullet.”
                  “What?” Mia pictured the long-in-back, short-on-top hairstyle that her dad had sported when she was a little girl.
                  “That’s the kind of fish. A mullet.” He held it out to her. “Want to touch him?”
                  She swallowed, but it seemed like she