There are many answers to how a busy SAS Lieutenant plus single dad of an adopted little girl would spend his holiday time.

Fishing, of course. The sport consisting of waiting, and waiting, and waiting. How invigorating.

Fortunately, he took you along this time too, wanting to spend a bit more time with you. So now you two sat on a river back, the rod he had given you too long and heavy for someone as little as you, but you held it straight nonetheless, the tackle dipped into the water, nothing around you but mosquitoes and cicadas, and a pretty sunset.

"Anything 'n yer line, luv?" Simon inquired, almost on cue as a slight bite was felt on the other end of your fishing rod.