“You’ve got the best two here anyway,” Danny told Steph, and she rolled her eyes. “But why do you want all four of us together?”
“Because I want to talk to you guys about Kyle and me getting married here, even though he had to work today so it’s only me doing the talking.”
Married?Rob knew they’d been engaged for months—there had been a family party to celebrate it, of course—but considering how much time she spent on Instagram and Pinterest, he’d assumed Steph would be going all out for her wedding. If somebody had suggested she get married at the campground, he would have laughed and he would have betshewould have laughed, too.
“Why would you want to get marriedhere?” Danny asked. “I get that we had a lot of fun here growing up, but you want it for your wedding?”
Steph blew out a breath. “You don’t remember Kyle, do you?”
“Yes, I remember Kyle. He’s the guy you’ve been dating for almost two years and you’ve brought him to all the family stuff, and—oh yeah, we went to a football game together.”
“No, smart-ass. I mean from when we were kids—or teenagers, actually. Kyle and I met here one summer. He was my first kiss.”
Rob’s mind was blown. “What? You had your first kiss during a Family Camping Trip of Doom?”
“Yeah.”
“First Kiss of D—”
“Stop it.” Steph held up her hand. “And don’t even think about sayingWedding of Doom.”
Rob was surprised the fact they’d crossed paths with Kyle at the campground in the past hadn’t come up before, but maybe it had—just not when he was around. Though Danny didn’t seem to know it, either. Also, he didn’t think they’d seen Kyle since Christmas, which was before they’d decided to buy the place. Once they had, they’d barely had time to sleep, never mind reminisce with the family.
“Brian told me you’ve already got a week blocked off for the family in August, so it won’t be a big deal,” Steph continued, as if it was settled. “We’ll just get married then.”
“We know you, so we know ‘it won’t be a big deal’ is a big lie,” Danny said. “It’s going to cost you.”
“You can’t charge me extra for getting married here when we’ll all already be here.”
“It’s called event hosting and people charge a lot of money for that.”
“I’m your cousin.”
“We’ll give you a family discount,” Rob said, and Danny snorted, no doubt because Rob had implied he’d have to pay to stay in the small cabin.
“I’m serious,” Steph said. “He only has his brother and sister-in-law, and his grandfather, so we’d probably rent them a big RV and they’d only need one site.”
“You really want your wedding to be here?” Danny asked.
“We really do. We’ve talked about it alotsince you told us you were buying the campground and we think being here with our families and having a few chill days with people we love in a place we love and where we met is what we both want.”
“Then we’ll make it happen,” Rob said, and tears filled her eyes. “Though I want to go on record right now about that wordchill. I might have a small sign that says it so every time you try to go bridezilla on us, I can hold it up.”
“I’ll even make you the sign.”
“And maybe two separate group chats? One for wedding planning that doesn’t include us, and one that does but only has details relevant to us.” Rob really wanted to get started on that cleanup because there were still campers milling around, helping put stuff away. They absolutely weren’t the ones supposed to be doing the work. “I have to get back to it. I do have to talk to other people besides family, you know.”
“That’s funny considering you spent more time talking to Hannah than anybody else.”
“She’s a person who’s not family, which was the point of the cookout—to get to know the campers.”
“I only talked to her for a few minutes, but I feel like I know her from somewhere and I can’t place it.” Steph tilted her head, thinking. “Do you know where she’s from?”
“She’s from California,” he said. He didn’t really know what else to tell her. “She went to UNH, but you were probably finishing up at U Maine while she was there.”
“Huh.” She shrugged. “Just one of those things, I guess. But she seems wicked familiar. It’s totally going to bug me until it comes to me, probably at two o’clock in the morning.”
“Don’t call me if that happens.”
