"Let's go, little sis!" Patrick ushered a sleepy Becca into the old pickup truck. "The guys are catching all the best fish, sleepyhead." he chuckled at her whiny yawn.
"If I had known fishing would start literally at the crack of dawn, I might have answered differently." She said with a sleepy pout.
Patrick laughs and hands her a coffee before driving off to the secret fishing hole his family owns.
"Where are we going again?" She asked after a few sips of her morning java.
"It just happens to be this town's best-kept secret. My family found it a long time ago. We bought it, and Dad built a small cabin on it. Now it's our fighting getaway."
"So, I am being trusted with top-secret information, then?"
Patrick turned to her briefly and gave her a playful wink. "We'll have to swear you to secrecy,……
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