Page 64 of The Right Move

“Damn,” Indy exhales. “So, this is how rich people camp.”

Luckily, it’s an unseasonably warm day for this time of year, but even if it weren’t, the fire is roaring in the middle of the site, and the cabins seem to be plenty warm.

Ron stands at the grill to the left of the cabins wearing cargo pants, a flannel shirt, and a goddamn puffer vest. Maybe there was a better way to get on my boss’s good side rather than having to spend the night out here with him and his wife and oh, dear God. I’m going to have to see what he looks like when he wakes up in the morning.

“Maybe we should go home.” I switch the gear into reverse.

“Are those cargo pants freaking you out as much as they’re scaring me?”

“It’s like we drove an hour outside of Chicago and he became a different person. This is a bad idea. We should’ve waited for a normal dinner invite. We could lie for the course of a dinner, but a whole fucking sleepover?”

“Come on.” Indy sits up with excitement. “This looks fun.”

“What happened to ‘I’m not big into camping’?”

“This is hardly camping, and I’m always down for some social interaction. Plus, there are no fans around to stare at you like you’re some sort of magical all-powerful being.”

Indy reaches for the door handle, but I click the lock in place before she can get to it. Brown eyes roll with exaggeration when the door refuses to open for her.

Call me old-fashioned, I don’t care, but I have yet and will not let her open her own door.

Rounding the car, I unlock it on the key fob and open the passenger side to find Indy wearing an unimpressed expression. “You’re so weird about that.”

“I’m not weird. You’ve just never had someone take care of you before, so you may as well get used to it.”

I sling both our bags over my shoulder when Ron waves us over. “Welcome! Did you find it all right?”

“We did. Thank you for inviting us.”

I allow Indy to walk ahead of me, but before she takes too many steps, she reaches back to place her hand in mine. It’s small but reassuring, so I wrap mine around hers and hold on in hopes we can pull this off.

“This is so amazing. I had no idea this was out here,” Indy says as Caroline exits her tent.

“Oh, you made it! Ethan and Annie just arrived too,” Caroline bursts. “How was the drive?”

“It was beautiful.”

“Nice to get out of the city, huh?”

“Yeah,” I interrupt, exhaling. “It really is.”

Ethan and Annie come out to greet us and after all the hellos are said, Ron points us in the direction of our cabin. With our bags in tow, I follow Indy up the steps.

“This is…revealing,” she says.

“Remind me not to go outside unless Ron and Caroline have their canvas pulled down. The last thing I need is to see my boss wearing his pajamas and spooning his wife.”

“You think he wears pajamas? He seems more like a bare-ass-naked kind of guy.”

“Jesus, Ind.”

Before I’m fully inside, I’m releasing the cord to the canvas that covers the front of our cabin, giving us a moment of privacy.

Indy stops in the doorway. “Cozy.”

While yes, the inside of the cabin is comfortable and warm, the coziness she’s referring to is the single bed that takes up seventy percent of the room.

“You take the bed. I can sleep on the floor.” I drop my bag on the three feet of floor space I’ll be sleeping on tonight.

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