Logan gave a disbelieving laugh. “You gotta love Jake.”
“No. I really don’t.”
He sighed dramatically. “Well, I’m going to feel bad, all tucked away in my cozy tent while you’re roughing it in the outdoors, but what can you do?”
I folded my arms. “You can be the gentleman and let me have the tent, maybe?”
He made a face. “I get cold at night.”
“Logan…”
“Should we head to the hot spring? Looks like you’re done setting up.”
I was starting to panic. Logan was teasing, but my anxiety levels were not. “Let me get something straight. I do not do the outdoors in bear country, okay? Either you switch me, or I’m crawling in there with you.”
“You and your fourteen-year-old self would love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Logan!”
Actually, me and my twenty-four-year-old self would love it, but the less he knew the better. He thought I had done this on purpose. I was going to kill Jake. Or kiss him. On the cheek. Depending on how things played out.
“It’s not often I hold all the power. Let me live in this for a minute.”
“I’m going to kill Jake.”
“I might buy him lunch. So, let me get this straight.” Logan had his hand on his chin, looking deep in thought. “You don’t have a tent. Correct?”
I gave him an exasperated look.
“Interesting. Do you have a sleeping bag?”
“Yes.”
“Pajamas? Or did you ‘forget’ those, too?”
I pushed a grinning Logan and was gratified when I saw him nearly tumble to the ground.
“Alright, we can figure out logistics later. How about you go in your tent and change, and I’ll go into mine.”
“Logan!” I stamped my foot while the embarrassed laughter I tried so hard to hold back finally sputtered out.
He threw my bag inside and gave me a soft push toward his tent. “Get changed. You’re doing a good job living up to your name, Jailbait.”
29
Tessa
My black one-piece was your basic halter-style bathing suit with a pretty scallop design around the chest. I threw on a pair of black, nylon swimming shorts that hit me mid-thigh for the walk down the trail. As I adjusted the ponytail on my head, I looked around Logan’s tent. It was a long triangle shape with silver, reflective material inside, supposedly to keep in body heat. It was built for one person to survive in the wild. I supposed it would be roomy enough for two adults to squeeze in here, but with Logan’s broad shoulders, there was no waynotto be touching. I swallowed.
And okay, a small part of me was relieved that I wouldn’t be spending the night outdoors alone in a tiny tent. There were bears and all kinds of wild animals out here. For some reason, being with somebody made it less nerve-wracking. That is, assuming Logan let me sleep in here with him.
SLEEP.
Logan slipped in after me, changed into his suit, and quickly returned wearing red board shorts and flashing a pair of abs I could wash my clothes on.
“Freaking Jake must have stolen my Speedo.”
I laughed as we fell into step on the trail toward the hot spring. “Why are you walking like that? Did you get hurt?”
