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Travis:Good thing we’re not camping
Roman:Could be
Travis:Is that what you’re doing?
Before I could respond, his name popped up along with the picture I’d made of him in the water. I tried not to laugh when I answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey back,” he said, sounding conspiratorial. “Are you going camping?”
“If you let me text you back, you would know.”
“I hate texting.”
“Okay, boomer.”
“Ha ha. So funny.”
“You wanted me to joke,” I pointed out.
“Don’t remind me. For your information, I hate texting whole conversations. It’s boring and I almost decided I didn’t give a fuck anymore.”
“You gave enough fucks to call me for answers.”
“That’s because I’m also curious. It’s a deadly combination that usually ends in disappointment on at least one side.”
“Pretty sure that’s how every encounter with you goes.”
“Okay,” he drawled. “You’re on some shit today.”
“It’s the freaking weekend and I’m ’bout to have me some fun.”
He burst into laughter, then it sounded like he put a hand over his mouth to smother it. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Are you drunk?”
“No, dumbass, I’m going camping. Do you wanna come?”
All I heard was the repetitive beep of things being scanned. I realized how dumb it was to ask him to go with me. He probably thought I was going to murder him in the woods.
“Are you gonna murder me in the woods?” he asked.
I dropped my forehead against the steering wheel. My life was beginning to feel like a big joke at this point. “No.”
“Well, in that case—”
“I’d definitely do it in the water. I don’t have a shovel and I’m not digging a hole like a Labrador.”
“Note to self: Never get wet with Roman. Okay, there’s this gorgeous place that I’ve gone to a few times. It’s a bit of a drive, though.”
“Already in my car.”
“I’ll be at the house in ten to grab some shit. Just follow me. And don’t mind the shovel in my front seat. It’s not for anything specific.”
Leaning my head back, I smiled. Maybe it’d be a good weekend. I loved camping.
Chapter 26
Travis
