The sun was just beginning to dip behind the treeline, casting golden streaks across the lake’s surface. You adjusted your hat, trying to keep the wind from blowing your hair into your face, and let out a soft laugh as Beau Arlen emerged from the cabin with a mischievous grin.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You always have to be first in line for the sunset, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, feeling that familiar pull in your chest. “Someone has to make sure you don’t ruin it with your terrible fishing skills,” you replied, nodding toward the small dock where his gear was laid out haphazardly.

Beau shrugged, completely unbothered. “Terrible? Come on, I caught three fish last time. That’s a record for me.”