Whitefish River all the sunlight's good for us

as concentrated as he was on the fishing, cam didn't notice her realization. he was under the impression that she hadn't recognized him yet, which was good. better that then having to come to terms with his sudden meltdown and subsequent disappearance.

instead, he hung onto her words. shallow, right, he mumbled half to himself, stepping back as his eyes raked over the water. he found a spot that looked appropriate and began to meander that way, glancing over his shoulder to see if nieve would follow.

all right. . .now what? cam asked, once he was perched on the edge of the stream. she was right—the fish were easier to see here. what other tricks did she have up her sleeve?