"We should head back soon," Reeve announces. "But tomorrow I want to take you to the secret waterfall."
"How is a waterfall a secret?" I ask.
Reeve grins. "Locals know about it. Tourists don't."
"I was doing some reading about Cumcircle yesterday," Wilkin says. "Apparently the name keeps tourists away."
"Yep." Reeve wipes his hands of crumbs. "Almost as if whoever came up with it did so for that very reason."
"You have some inside intel?" I hedge.
He smiles at me, then at Wilkin, then winks as he gets up. "Maybe I do."
Okay, not going to lie, day one of our little camping adventure is going way better than I thought it would. For starters, Wilkin and I haven't murdered each other.
"You guys want any more food?" Reeve asks.
We're sitting on the tiny porch off the back of the cabin, under a blanket of stars.
"No. I'm good. That was amazing," Wilkin says, rubbing his belly. "Farrah again?"
Reeve smiles at him. "The one and only."
Normally, I'd get pissy at the smile they're sharing, but after a day of hiking, and a delicious meal, I'm strangely peaceful. Tired, but peaceful.
Possibly a world first for me.
Wilkin offers to help clean up, but Reeve isn't having a bar of it.
"You're my guests. Sit back and relax. I'll clear the table, then I'll be back out with dessert."
Reeve scoops up our plates and leaves.
Wilkin looks at me, that smug smile back on his lips, testing the limits of my newfound peace.
"Food really was great," he says.
"It was."
"How are you doing?"
"Fine. Tired, but good tired. Not the same type of tired as after a fourteen-hour day on set."
"I hear you on that."
"I come bearing cheesecake, vodka, and a proposition," Reeve says, expertly laying out three plates of the most delicious-looking cheesecakeandgenerous side of whipped cream in front of us.
"Just so you know, I'll say yes to anything right now," Wilkin says, practically drooling over the cake even though he said he was full not less than two minutes ago.
"Really?" Reeve sounds surprised. "I had Jett pegged as the easier one of the two of you."
I chuckle, grabbing a fork. "Oh, I am way easier."
It's true, and I own it. I don't have a ton of insight into Wilkin's dating life, but he turns up his nose at the apps, and he can't get out much since his hours are even crazier than mine, so I'd venture to say he's in a drought. Not that I'm much better, but I make sure to find some time to hook up.
As we dig into dessert, Reeve opens the bottle of vodka. "My first ever shot was with Grandpa. I was fourteen, but if Granny asks, sixteen."
I smile. "Noted."
