Page 38 of The Write Track
“It’s not real camping,” Brody pointed out. “It’s cabin camping. That means anything you would take to a hotel is on the menu.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but that’s what Bree told me when I started panicking about packing.”
“Is she sure?”
“No, but she pointed out that we’re going to be thirty minutes from downtown. If we forget something, stores will still exist.”
Weirdly, that made me feel better. “Bree has it together when she wants to, doesn’t she?”
“She really does.” He grinned. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“So sappy.” I flicked his ear then moved around him. “So, I’m thinking we need to pack one pair of underwear for every twelve hours. Does that sound about right?”
Genuine confusion had Brody’s forehead creasing. “Um… what are you planning on doing with this underwear?”
“I don’t know. What if I have a bathroom emergency, and there’s no proper wiping material?”
“You think that’s going to happen twice a day, do you?”
“What about poison ivy? I don’t want my underwear back if I accidentally brush against it.”
“You think that’s going to happen every twelve hours too?”
“Dude, I have never been camping.”
“It’s not real camping, though.”
“All I’ve seen are movies.”
“Were those movies comedies, by chance?”
“Maybe. And horror movies, of course.” I refused to look him in the eye. “What does that have to do with anything?”
He laughed at my discomfort. “Come on. Let’s go through your stuff.” The first thing he picked up was the suit I’d laid out.“What do you think you’re going to need this for? All the formal bonfires they’ll be throwing?”
“I don’t know.” Why was I the one full of anxiety this time? “Why are you so calm?”
He lifted one shoulder. “I don’t know. I think maybe Bree has helped me.”
“With her magical vagina?” I asked dryly.
“No.” He gave me a pointed dirty look. “She talks things through with me. When I wanted to pack a fire extinguisher, she suggested they probably had some on hand that stayed with the cabins.”
“Ah. So she called you an idiot without really using that word.”
“No. She was rational and talked things out with me. She’s really a godsend that way.”
“I hate to say it—mostly because it will go to her head if it gets back to her—but she has been good for you. I don’t like that I’ve lost my best friend?—”
“You haven’t lost me.” He gave me a dirty look. “I admit I’ve been a bit more distracted of late, but you’re still my best friend.”
“There was a time when I was your only friend.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll try to spend quality time with you at the retreat. How does that sound?”
“Like Bree wants to spend quality time with the other chicks there, and you’re going to be bored.”
