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“Okay,” she murmured, still uncertain if she was pushing him too fast.
“Kit,” he rumbled. “You make me happy. It’s been a long damn time since I remembered what that was. I want you to stay.”
Truth.
Her heart pounded harder in her chest.
That’s what she had needed to hear from him.
“Then I’ll stay,” she whispered.
Chapter Twelve
“You don’t think this is overkill?” Kit asked as Bridger unhooked the enormous RV from the back of his truck.
“No,” he said, casting her a grin. “I want you to be comfortable.”
Hands on her hips, Kit twisted and looked around the wilderness camp at the tents the Pack was setting up. Bridger was the only one who had opted to not only buy a huge RV last night, but to haul it up here on this camping trip.
Tabian was already aiming cameras in their direction.
“It’s just, no one else is sleeping in a house on wheels,” she pointed out.
Bridger stood and made his way to her, gripped her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. “I have big instincts with you. Let me take care of you.”
Her shoulders slumped as she melted. “You mean spoil me?”
“Girl, let that man spoil you! My air mattress already has a hole in it!” Delta called from where Nate was patching it with masking tape.
“Yeah,” Vic said as he walked by with a giant inflatable penis. “Besides, this is the first time Bridger has ever camped with us and not across the whole river trying to avoid us. If he needs an RV with outdoor lights and an outdoor rug and its own firepit and a refrigerator and a comfortable bed and storage for food that the chipmunks can’t get into, well then, he should do that, and I am not jealous at all.”
“We’re going RV shopping soon, aren’t we?” Lyric asked from where she was organizing a blue cooler beside her and Vic’s tent.
“Probably the minute we get back,” Vic agreed, staring with envy at Bridger’s RV. “I need a bigger one than Bridger.” He took his giant blow-up wiener and headed for the river to swim.
“Dude, help your mate!” Liam barked.
“We already set up our camp, Bossman,” Vic said, walking backward. “My lady and I are like a well-oiled machine. Focus on your own shack.”
Indeed, Liam’s tent looked lopsided as hell.
“Dude, every time you bring one of those stupid floats, I have to edit it out of the videos!” Tabian griped.
“Why do you think I bring them?” Vic asked, and then ran and jumped into the water.
Tabian was standing by Bayen and Tru near their camp-truck set-up. They had all the fancy gear, but that made sense because Tabian made a living off camping videos.
Kit laughed a lot around these people, and just like so many times before, she caught Bridger watching the smile on her lips.
He loved her. They hadn’t said the words yet, but she knew he did. She loved him too.
She’d bought two nights at that hotel before Bridger asked her to get a few bartending shifts covered because he had a surprise trip for them.
He’d talked about the Pack camping trips, and they had sounded dreamy. Now, being here with them, she understood more why he smiled when he talked about the trips.
Even if he had been camping away from the Pack, something about this made him enjoy it.
“Why are you camping with the Pack this time?” she asked softly, wanting to know.
