Duck Lake I tell you that I'm thinking about,

Cole’s chuckle was low and warm, a sound that seemed to carry easily on the wind. He tilted his head, watching Elowen’s nervous movements with a kind of quiet amusement. There was something endearing about her modesty, the way she tried to downplay her skill.

Luck, huh? he drawled, his Southern lilt giving the words an easy, teasing edge. Reckon there’s a bit more to it than that. You got a knack, Elowen.

He shifted his weight, taking a step closer but keeping the space between them respectful, his golden eyes lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary. But if this is plenty for you, I’m not one to argue, he added, his grin softening into something gentler. Still, I can’t help but wonder if you’d ever like to put that knack to use somewhere new.

His gaze drifted to the lake for a moment before returning to her. Bearclaw Valley could use someone like you. What do you say? Would you want to come back with me? Take a look around, see if it suits you?

There was no pressure in his tone, just an invitation offered with the same warmth and patience that seemed to define him.