Ice Fishing With the TwinsChapter 3
“This is good,” came Sam’s muffled words, issuing from a mouth full of fried pike. “Now you know why none of what I catch ever makes it home,” I said. “I’m glad I came,” she said. “It must get boring if you do this by yourself, though.” “Not for me,” I said. “It’s quiet and peaceful.” I shot her a look. “Usually, that is.” She just grinned. “I’m sleeping with you again tonight.” I groaned. “Don’t be such a goofball. It will be just like last night. We’ll be warm, but nothing will...