Page 46 of Do-Over with my Ex

“Thanks,” I said and shook my head, getting up. I guess that was good advice, too. I preferred it when it was metaphorical, though.

When I returned to the tent, Lorenzo was awake.

“Morning,” I said carefully and climbed into the tent. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a rock,” Lorenzo said.

I nodded. “If rocks snore.”

He chuckled. “I snore?”

“Oh, God. Don’t get me started.”

Lorenzo smiled but it faded fast, and he closed his eyes again.

“Look… do you want to go hiking with me today?”

Lorenzo frowned before he opened his eyes. “What?”

“You know, hiking? As in, walking through the trees, or whatever.”

“I know what hiking is,” Lorenzo said. “You’re inviting me to go hiking?”

I nodded. Lorenzo studied my face as if he waited for me to laugh and say, “Joke’s on you.” Honestly, I nearly did that, but I really wanted to do something for him that would show him I wanted to do this. I wanted to be with him. I didn’t know about the long-term. I didn’t know much about anything when it came down to my future.

All I knew was that Lorenzo was pissed at me now, which meant he was distant, and I hated that.

“Okay,” Lorenzo said. “That would be nice.”

“When do you want to go?”

“We’ll have breakfast with the others, and then we’ll get our gear and head out,” Lorenzo suggested.

I nodded. Putting on gear to go for a walk sounded intense, but I would do this for him. He deserved that much from me, at least.

Lorenzo got dressed without showering—again,nobathrooms out here—and we joined the others outside as they crept out of their tents one by one. Someone had brought eggs and bacon and sausages, and it was frying over the campfire. These people were clearly seasoned campers.

I had no idea who’d brought all this food up but I was so grateful.

For food that was cooked over an open fire, it was surprisingly good. Of course, it was no caviar, but I was so hungry I could eat almost anything at this point.

Almost.

Gino and Scott fried the one fish they’d caught and offered that as well, but I drew the line at fried eggs over an open fire. I wasn’t a big fan of fish unless it was Norwegian salmon spread on bruschetta or something similar.

After breakfast, Lorenzo announced we were going out.

A rumbling sounded overhead.

We all looked up.

“What the fuck is that?” Gino asked.

“I don’t know,” Lorenzo said with a frown. “It doesn’tlooklike rain, but it sounds like it.”

“Did you check the forecast?” Nicole asked.

Everyone nodded but me.

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