Chapter 192: A Facade of Lies

"I'm so stuffed." Abby pushed the bag of potato chips away and groaned. "Good thing we have a long walk back to the car." She laughed.

I yawned. "I could fall asleep out here."

The sun was high in the sky and beating down on the clearing, making it impossibly hot. We'd moved our blankets beneath a tree that offered shade, and now the temperature was perfect - not too hot, but not so chilly I needed a sweater.

"So, take a nap," Trent said.

He was sitting behind me, his back propped against the base of the tree, and I was settled comfortably between his legs, my back to his chest.

"I won't go anywhere," he whispered and leaned around to kiss my cheek.

"Seriously, how are you still eating?" Abby stared at Wyatt with fascination.

He hadn't stopped eating since they'd brought the food back. Right now, he was tossing tiny cheese crackers into his mouth, catching every single one like a pro.