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“And this is where you say I’m pretty cool too.”

She chuckles and then ties up her bracelet as well. She slips it onto my wrist and says, “You’re pretty cool too, Wilder.”

Chapter Sixteen

SCOTTIE

“That baked potato was fucking phenomenal,” Wilder says while patting his mouth with his napkin.

Something I’ve noticed about Wilder is that he’s the glass-half-full kind of guy. Anything and everything has some sort of positive spin on it. He’s a millionaire at a marriage summer camp, claiming a baked potato—that I believe was slightly dry—was fucking phenomenal. Making bracelets was a “sick” activity. Running an obstacle course this morning was the most fun he’s had in a while. It’s the simple things that are making him happy, and I find that fascinating.

He has a thirst for life.

The need to explore.

To engage.

To experience the journey beyond a screen. He wants to capture moments on this earth, and I find it so refreshing.

“Wasn’t that good?” he asks as he downs the rest of his drink.

“Yeah, it was good,” I say, even though it could have used a little more sour cream in my opinion.

“The bacon was extra crispy too, and it turned into dust when I bit down on it. That’s what bacon should be. Dust in my mouth.”

“I’m not sure everyone would agree with you.”

“Would you?” he asks.

I shrug. “I like bacon in any form. It’s bacon. Just put it in my mouth.”

His lips cutely turn up in a smile. “Put it in your mouth, huh?”

I give him the side-eye. “Your lack of maturity is showing.”

“Is it? Or am I just clarifying?”

“It’s lacking.”

He clutches his chest. “Ooof, a man never wants to hear that.”

I’m about to tell him he’s being ridiculous when a pair of chino shorts steps in front of us.

Who could this be?

My eyes slowly travel up until Finky’s face comes into view. “Are you joining the group for some s’mores?”

S’mores with the Brads and Chad? Yeah, I think I’m good.

“We are,” Wilder says before I can stop him.

What? Nooooo.

“Great. We’re all headed out to the firepit now.”

“So are we. Catch you over there,” Wilder says jovially.

Finky nods and takes off.