“That would be good of you.” He gives her another smile, which is completely unnecessary, and holds out a piece of paper. I snatch it before Brooke can. She gives me a look like I’m being unreasonable, but I don’t want that creep trying to touch her hand.
“What’s this?”
I study the paper, which is a plan of the camp with a big red X through Wolf and the cabins in Rabbit sector labeled with small numbers.
“I moved the students around for you to fit in with the available cabins. Girls spread over three cabins and boys over two. But there is one minor issue.”
He glances between us and winces. “I’ve had to put you teachers in the same cabin.”
Brooke stiffens beside me. “Sorry, what? Why?”
“Because of the storm damage, we’re a cabin short. I usually try to allocate the adults a cabin each, but we just can’t do it this time I’m afraid.”
He looks at me, and his gaze travels over my torso. I’m wearing a t-shirt, and my muscular body is evident under it. My biceps are defined in a way the skinny Barney has no hope of emulating.
“I wish there was another option,” he says with a sigh that makes me think he really means it.
The skin on the back of my neck prickles. The sleeping arrangements shouldn’t matter. Hell, I’ve slept in some pretty hairy places with a room full of guys when I was in the SEALs. But this is different. I don’t want to make Brooke uncomfortable.
“Are you sure there’s no other option? I don’t mind pitching a tent.”
Brooke shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. I mean, it’s not like we’re sharing a bed or anything?”
She laughs, and it comes out high-pitched and nervous. Her eyes dart to me. “I mean, if it’s fine with you?”
Sleeping in the same cabin as a beautiful woman? Of course it’s fine with me. “Hey, I can sleep anywhere. And if it makes you feel more comfortable, we can hang a sheet up for a screen.”
“There is a flat area behind the cabins where we sometimes put tents,” the camp director interjects hopefully. “You could sleep there.”
Brooke huffs out a breath, and a strand of stray hair billows off her face. “No. I’m not making you sleep in a tent. We’re adults, we can adapt and deal with it.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s only three nights.”
“Three nights,” mutters Barney, giving me a dark look.
Brooke turns to me. “You better not snore.”
She’s adjusted to the new arrangement, adapting quickly. “I’ll let the students know their cabin allocations.”
Half the students have already left the hall with filming equipment.
She leaves the hall, and I follow, my gaze drawn to the way her hips sway as she walks, all confidence, as if she belongs here. Like she belongs in any space she takes up.
Which is going to make it hard to concentrate when she’s sleeping in the same cabin as me. This school camping trip just got a whole lot more interesting.
9
BROOKE
My pulse races as I stride across the campground. “It’s just three nights,” I mutter to myself.
Three nights with the only man I’ve been attracted to in years sleeping across from me, but with cabins full of students just next door. “Not good.”
“What’s not good, miss?”
I startle as Justin and another boy stride out from the forest.
“Oh um, not good that the storm last week has left some of the cabins damaged. Stay away from the Wolf area, the trees could be unstable.”
