Page 77 of Hidden Depths
"I don't like it."
"Neither do I."
Ward stepped onto the bridge carrying three mugs of coffee and sandwiches.
"I figured neither of you had eaten."
Storm accepted hers.
"You figured right."
Ben took the third cup and a sandwich.
"You keep this up, and Willow's going to hire you."
Ward smiled.
"I make terrible cinnamon rolls."
Storm looked over.
"That's probably for the best."
Below them...
Scott was teaching Frank how to cast a fishing rod.
"No, no..."
Scott laughed.
"You've got to let the rod do the work."
Frank tried again.
The lure sailed beautifully...
...straight into the ocean.
Scott threw both hands into the air.
"Perfect!"
Frank grinned.
"I've had an excellent teacher."
Rose laughed so hard she had to wipe away tears.
Storm smiled.
"I like them."
Ben followed her gaze.
"So do I."
"They remind me of my parents," she said.
