“Like hell,” says Liev who’s come up beside me. “We do that, they’ll be back next year. We’ll have people trying to get in every summer. This place’ll turn into a circus. We’ll have to shut down.”
“Or move,” Grace adds from behind me.
“This is ridiculous. They’re here for me. I’ll go. That’s it.”
“We’llgo.” Twyla sidles up beside me, all cute in Grace’s too-tight sweatpants and my oversized hoodie, wearing an expression that says she is not to be fucked with.
“Ooooooor…” Suddenly, Lamé’s sliding into the front entryway. “We could trick them.”
“How?” asks Liev, watching them through narrowed eyes.
“Make them think we’re something else.”
“Like what?” I ask, disbelievingly. Even in casual wear, there’s a look to us that says we’re not an average group. No way can the mix of campers down there pass as anything but kinksters. “A corporate retreat?”
“Like one of those team building things.” Gigi, Twyla’s friend and agent, whose presence at camp seems to surprise no one but me, pops out from behind Lamé. “Except instead of a tree course, you get beaten by Barry in accounting.”
“Oooooh, I like that,” Lamé says excitedly. “Or, or… What about like a motorcycle club?”
“Family reunion?” proposes Gigi.
“Knitters’ convention?” Lamé throws back.
Gigi yells, “Kinky super heroes!”
“Come inside.” Grace’s voice rises above the others. “You’re letting the bugs in.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” I say.
“Is it still storming out there?” asks Grace.
“Drizzling,” I tell her. “Supposed to keep going all night, though.”
“And tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” I consider. “That’s good.”
“Why?” Grace gives me a curious look.
“It’ll keep people indoors. They can’t catch anything on their telephoto lenses if everyone’s staying inside.”
“Good point.” She nods.
“And that might buy us some time,” Twyla grasps my elbow.
“For what?” I ask her.
“Lamé’s idea,” she says. “I think it could work.”
“How?” I look at all the faces.
“You know those cameras filming the documentary?” Lamé asks. “With the Primals?”
“Yep.” Liev’s nodding. “That’s right.”
“There’s a sound person and everything,” Twyla says.
“They got permission,” says Liev. “I don’t think they’re the ones who leaked the—”
