Did you see his boat anchored somewhere while you were out?” Sierra asked while she put away the leftovers from her pulled-pork barbecue supper. Grady shook his head and rubbed a tired hand over his face. “No, but I was pretty busy trying to find fish. For some reason, they wanted to play hide-and-seek today. Had a couple of arrogant out-of-town bastards who weren’t too happy about the lack of action we were getting.” He grabbed a potato chip and munched on it. “Acted like it was my fault the fish weren’t bitin’.”“I’m sorry you had a rough day.” She reached in the fridge and slid a beer his way. “Maybe this will help.”“You’re an angel,” he told her as he twisted off the cap. After taking a long swig, he said, “Yeah, I wanted nothin’ more than to toss their asses overboard.”Sierra laughed. “That wouldn’t have been a good idea.”“No, trust me, it was a great idea.” He took off his ball cap and scratched his head. “Ah, then later I gotta go over to my folks’ house and help clean out the barn.”“Tonight?”
