EPILOGUE

Lance looked out over the lake and pointed as a hawk flew down and caught a fish out of the water. "How is it he can catch a fish, and I can't?" He glared at the fishing pole he'd been holding for nearly an hour without even a bite.

"He does it all the time. You go out fishing how often?" Angus asked.

Lance blushed. "This may be the first time in about fifteen years."

"See, that's why that bird is better than you." Angus reeled his line in and set his pole down. They floated on a small boat in the middle of a quiet lake, the two of them the only people around. "I don't care if we catch a damn thing. I'm enjoying the two of us here alone too much to worry about dinner."

Lance reeled his line in and set his pole beside Angus's. "I was smart enough to make sure we had hot dogs to roast over the fire tonight just in case we didn't catch anything." He eased back and rested his back against Angus's chest. "This is perfect. I didn't realize how badly I needed to get away."

"After the last few weeks, I knew we had to get away or something was going to break. When Franks told me about this lake, I figured a few days alone in a tent without anyone else around would be perfect for us.

"Not a single person or ghost around." Lance closed his eyes. "I almost forgot what it was like not to have a ghost somewhere. This weekend has been so good." Their phones didn't get a signal, Haunt was with Franks for the weekend, and other than a few mosquitos, nothing had bothered the two of them since they'd gotten the tent up and fell into each other's arms.

"We should make this a yearly thing." Angus brushed his fingers through Lance's hair.

"I'd like that. This place is amazing." It had been a little over an hour drive on their bikes to get here, but the ride had been beautiful.

There was a splash and Lance opened his eyes. "What was that?"

"A fish jumping." Angus grinned.

"The fish are just mocking me now." Lance sat up and reached for his pole. "I'm determined."

Angus moved aside, giving Lance room to cast. "We can stay here as long as it takes." He opened a soda and watched as Lance's fishing line sailed through the air.

"If it means no one bothering us, I might take a while." Lance focused on his line, slowly reeling it in a little.

"You know, you don't need to fish to keep me here with you. I'm happy floating along under the stars if that's what you want." Angus wrapped an arm around Lance's waist.

"That's what I want." Lance leaned in for a kiss.

Angus returned the kiss, pulling Lance closer and pressing their bodies together. Just when things were getting interesting, Lance jerked back, surprising Angus. "What's wrong?"

"I think I caught one." Lance reeled his line in, fighting something small.

Angus sighed and let Lance do his thing, proud when he reeled in a small trout. "You got one."

"Still not the best catch of my life." Lance took the fish off the hook and tossed it back into the water.

"Oh really?" Angus raised a brow.

"The best catch ever was the day I caught you." Lance put his pole back down and turned to the man he loved. "I'm never throwing you back."

At those words, Angus kissed him again and pulled him onto his lap, careful not to shake the boat. "We either head back to shore or we find a way not to rock the boat."

Lance laughed. "To shore it is. We can come back out here once the moon is up." He kissed Angus back, more relaxed than he'd been in a long time and wishing that the weekend would never end.