Silver Creek sail

"Cross my heart," he promised with a laugh. He was pretty good at being just plain funny, but anything that went beyond that and ventured toward funny business territory wasn't his area of expertise. Not that he would ever admit that out loud... and never ever in front of another male. 

The woman landed on the boulder beside him, and he leaned forward to steady her. Gods, she was close. Her scent engulfed him, and he found himself stumbling just a bit too. "Err.. right. Right! That's master Fisherman," he corrected, finally pulling himself together with another winning smile. 

He leaned out over the water, nose hovering over the spot where the bone had disappeared. Fuck if he knew whether there were actually any fish or even if the bone was still there, but what was important was that the Little Miss thought he knew what he was doing. "Oh, yep, there's a couple big ones down there. Watch how a pro does it."  

He scrunched his body down low, pretending to focus on a spot just beneath the surface. His rear waved in the air, and he allowed it to bump ever-so-slightly against the violet-eyed lady. "Whoops!" The bump was not enough to knock her off the boulder completely, rather it was just enough to unbalance her so that she might have to dunk a foot in the creek to steady herself.