Chapter One
From Brochure To Reality
"I'm gonna take you fishing!"
Bo grinned remembering Nora's words as he tucked the fishing brochure into his suitcase. Last Christmas, and their first Christmas together in ten years, had been dubbed "the year of the brochures". Bo had given Nora a brochure with a promise of some ballroom dancing...he had received one for a fishing trip. Spring had finally arrived, his bag was packed, and he was more than ready to go.
Nora dashed into the bedroom wearing an excited smile, "Look! I found it!"
"I can't believe you still have that thing," Bo exclaimed. "When have you been fishing in the last ten years?"
"Well, I haven't been, but...there were just some things I couldn't bear to get rid of, and this…" she said holding up her fishing vest, "...was one of them. Look! Everything is still here...the little tweezers and the little scissors and…"
"Yes, I know, honey," Bo grinned, "I remember all the 'little' items. I'm glad you found it. Now...how are you doing with your packing?" he asked trying to keep her focused.
"Great, actually. This is the last thing I was looking for. Can you pack it with your gear? But don't put it next to anything with fish scales or anything on it...I don't want it dirty or smelling fishy…"
Bo rolled his eyes and chuckled as he packed the vest into his bag.
"What?!" Nora asked.
"Nothing!"
"You'd better be nice to me, Bo Buchanan, if you expect anything other than fishing on this trip," she teased.
"I didn't say a word!" he said, defending himself, "...and yes...as a matter of fact, I am looking forward to...sinking more than a line in the water...if you know what I mean," he said raising a brow as he zipped the bag.
Their eyes met and she went into his arms. "I'm looking forward to some of that myself," she murmured quietly. She kissed him deeply, then placed a hand on his cheek. "After all these stressful months, I can't wait for us to have this time to ourselves. Will you promise me that we won't talk about anything Llanview? I just want to leave it all behind and enjoy each other...promise me...no talking of work or family or problems...promise? Just you and me, okay?" she asked looking into his eyes.
He drew her close and murmured in his best Bogie accent, "Here's looking at you, kid. Just you and me...I promise."
Nora, remembering Casablanca, replied, "Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time…"
He smiled as he held her tight. Then her mouth melted beneath his as he complied.
Coming Up... A Smiling Moon
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