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“Well, co-chefs anyway.” I shook his hand. “And I am
not
very nature.
City kid, all the way. Trees are not my
thing. Wilderness is not my thing. Solar power is fine as an
eco-friendly backup to the real thing, but cold showers and
no Wi-Fi? Yeah. Not my thing.”
“So what is your thing?” he asked.
“You mean, why am I here? Among the
very nature
trees instead of in my high-rise condo with my couch,
tv
and PlayStation?”
“Yeah. If you want.”
He was good-looking, I guess, if you were into square
jaws and muscles. Which I was not. He also had dark skin,
darker eyes and ridiculous eyelashes. Mandy was going to
be all over him. “My mother worries too much,” I said.
“That’s why I’m here.”
“Your mother the cop?”
“Yeah. She also has an overactive imagination. Family
trait.” I looked away from him, glanced around at the other
campers. “Uh, are we supposed to be doing anything in
particular?”
“Aha. A rule follower,” Caleb said. “Interesting.”
I scowled at him. “I just wondered if there was a point
to this conversation.”
Claire clapped her hands. “Okay! Everyone’s met their
partners. Now we’re all going to get to know each other,
so grab a chair and let’s make a circle over here.” Another
clap. “Circle time!”
