Chapter 26

“What’s for dinner?” he asked.

I’d heard his stomach rumbling while we put up the tent.

“What do you mean? You didn’t catch any fish?”

He gave me a startled, woeful look, and I laughed.

“No. Wait. That’s tomorrow night.” I grinned at him, sure he was about to throw his beer at me. “I brought steaks for tonight. Nothing like carnivore food out in the wilderness, I always say.”

He settled back in his camp chair. “Funny, Ben. Really funny.”

We ate dinner and watched the sunset until the last rays sank in the west. I’d made him slather himself in DEET, as I had, so weweren’t the steak of choice for the many gnats and mosquitos roaming the night.

After cleaning up the dishes and stowing away the food, we sat back and listened to the night chorus. The nearly full moon lit up the sky and forest around us like we were starring in our own romantic movie.