Cullen groaned. “Thank goodness it’s not a long ride.”

“Party pooper,” Luna joked. She couldn’t hold her curiosity. “So how was the rest of your evening?”

“I’m going to be about three grand in the hole by the time your brother finishes with me,” Gaines said wryly.

“What do you mean?” Luna was surprised.

“He has a few very nice pieces of furniture that would look great in my place.”

“Cul? You’re going to sell him stuff from your house?” Luna was even more surprised.

“He was digging the dining-room table. If you recall, he wanted the table from the Millstone estate, but you commandeered it. I thought it would only be fair if I sold him the one I found. They’re very similar.”

“And what else are you going to try to fob off on him?” Luna poked at her brother.

“The wardrobe I’m working on. But that’s in the shop. It’s for Carter’s athletic equipment.”

“What else?”

“A dresser. The midcentury oak piece that’s in my dining room.”

“I don’t want to clean you out, man,” Gaines responded to Cullen’s inventory.

“That is a very nice piece. Are you sure you want to give it up?” Luna asked. “You spent a lot of time on it.”

“Shush. I have this guy on a hook. Let me reel him in,” Cullen said conspiratorially.

“Right. Sorry,” Luna whispered. “Speaking of hooks, did you guys discuss flies?”

“Since when were you ever interested in fly-fishing?”

“Just curious.” Luna wondered about her dream.

“He showed me his new Cabela’s Adams,” Gaines said over his shoulder.

“Did you say ‘casaba melons’?” She got a bit of a chill and sank back into the seat.

Both men laughed. “This is why I don’t bring her fishing with me.” Cullen glanced over in Gaines’s direction.

“I don’t like worms,” Luna retorted.

“See? She doesn’t know the difference between a worm and a fly.” Cullen chuckled.

Luna was still reeling from the casaba melons. Had she really intruded on their energy the night before? It had only happened when she was in the same room with someone and that one time when Cullen was camping. And it was always planned. Never from miles away. For the first time in a long time, she spooked herself.

“Next time you’re out this way, we should take in some trout fishing,” Cullen offered.

Now Luna was beginning to feel like the little sister again. But then she remarked, “And I’ll cook whatever you guys catch for dinner.”

“Now, that sounds like an invitation I can’t resist,” Gaines said cheerfully.

Luna tried to avoid pouting. Well, she was halfway there about making dinner. Now she had to figure out how to get her brother out of the way. She’d cross that bridge when she came to it. Meanwhile, she was happy there would be a next time.