Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

mess with him. “Have an idea where we might find the Albatross ?”
    “Try the bay. Kendrick doesn’t like anchoring in the river with the rest of us. You know, it’d be like a rat sleeping with a pack of dogs. Most of us have something against the man.”
    “What do you have against him?”
    “He sunk my boat.” Treat’s eyes hardened, and Garrett recognized the man’s intention. Some day, somehow, Treat planned on getting his revenge against Kendrick.
    Garrett recalled Skip informing him of the sinking of the first Miss Julie when he’d arrived in South Naknek. If his memory served him right, there hadn’t been enough evidence to charge Kendrick with the crime, even though everyone knew he’d been the one responsible.
    “Get the son of a bitch,” Treat said. “Sonya didn’t deserve what happened to her today.”

C HAPTER S IXTEEN
    At the insistence of everyone, Sonya was at the cabin being nursed to death by Grams. A whole day had passed. Twenty-four freaking hours. Wes had the Double Dippin’ anchored off the set net sites where the men could keep watch while they fished the set net opening. Not only was Grams driving Sonya nuts with the constant attention, knowing that the men were fishing and she was stuck cabin-bound, was sending Sonya over the edge of her sanity.
    She should be out there with them. Wanted to be. Damn it, she got a thrill picking fish out of the net. Drifting, she was always so busy piloting the boat, running the hydraulics, and keeping an eye out for the rest of the drifters. When they set netted, she actually got to pick fish.
    Grams kneaded bread dough at the kitchen table, while Sonya had been confined to lie on the bed and not tax her stitches.
    The smell of yeast drifted in the air. Nothing made a place feel homey like homemade bread. Fish camp was the only time during the year Grams went through the effort. She’d pulled her silver curls to the crown of her head and restrained them with a clip, a few fell softly around her flushed face. The woman was beautiful, still striking in her golden years.
    Sonya hoped genetics would be as kind to her. Last night, after Grams had carefully helped her wash the blood from her hair, she’d gotten up the nerve to look in a mirror. Her refection had stared back at her in shock, giving her doubts that she’d ever look the same. She’d held it together though. Not a tear had fallen since those few traitors with Garrett.
    “You have to quit thinking about it,” Grams said, not looking up as she sprinkled more flour over the dough and kneaded it in. “You’ll be turning heads just the same as always.”
    How had Grams known what she was thinking? “I’m not worried about that.”
    “Don’t give me that gibberish. You are too.” She slapped the dough into the waiting bowl and tossed a towel over it to rise. “If it were me, I’d be worrying about it.” She dusted off her hands and then pulled another bowl out of the cupboard. Then she grabbed packages of chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, peanut butter chips, and M&M’s.
    Sonya sat up on the bed. “What are you making?”
    Grams smiled, her dancing blue eyes twinkling. “Monster mug-up cookies.”
    “Seriously?” Her absolute favorite.
    Grams got out the oatmeal and brown sugar. “Figured we could use a treat.”
    “Can I help?”
    Grams laughed. “If I let you help, you’ll eat all the M&M’s.”
    Well, yeah.
    “Besides,” Grams continued. “You need to lie down and rest.”
    “Grams, lying down is driving me crazy. I’m not a lay-about type of person.”
    “Neither was your father.” Grams smile was bittersweet. “When he was sixteen he broke his leg skiing. He wasn’t about to miss the rest of the season. He figured that his ski poles worked just as well as crutches. So, one night when your grandpa and I were out on a date, he duct-taped his cast to his ski and tried skiing down the driveway.” She laughed at the memory.
    “What happened? Did it work?”
    “Oh, heavens no. We got home and had to rush him back to the hospital. Not only did he have to have another cast made for his broken leg, he received a matching one for his new broken arm.” She shook her head. “I couldn’t keep that boy down for nothing.”
    “Must be where Peter gets his wild hairs.”
    “Yep, and your father got them from your grandpa.”
    Sonya already knew that. There were times she had to fight the urge to do something wild herself. It obviously ran in the blood.