Chapter 32

“Oh, Rob, this isn’t playing fair,” Eli murmured when he found the third gift—a new collapsible tripod. He fumbled for his phone. In leaning over to grab it from his abandoned jacket, though, he caught sight of a folded piece of paper in the bottom of the box, and stooped to retrieve it

It was a booklet, roughly stapled together. When Eli flipped through it, he found lots of handwritten notes. IOUs. 1 ticket 4 me 2 drive u out to the peeks for 1 of ur photoshoot things and 1 ticket 4 camping 1 night at stanage and the like.

Eli’s heart shivered. Rob hated nature. He wasn’t big on camping, and photography bored him—usually he dropped Eli off and went to the nearest pub to play on his phone until Eli texted asking to be picked up again. A whole booklet of tickets to get him out into the wilderness…

Eli sighed and retrieved his phone. Thank you for the box, he sent, and started to put everything back into it to take upstairs.

“Eli! When did you get home, dear?”