“Kenny Chesney?” he joked.
“Hamlet. Lie on me.”
“Okay. But I’m no lady.”
“That is the understatement of the year. You are all man.”
He liked the sound of that. Ty dropped his weight on her as gently as he could, and sighed at the feel of her warm skin beneath his. He kissed her hair and rested his head next to hers.
“I think I like camping after all,” she said.
Ty laughed. “Me, too.”
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TY was in such a good mood, he didn’t even mind when he and Imogen emerged from their tent three hours later after a nap to find that raccoons had been having a party on the picnic table. Their lunch was torn into and scattered all around, most of it missing, but a few random bits of bread and fruit scraps were left behind. It even looked like one ambitious guy had gnawed on the plastic container the sandwiches had been in.
The one lone party animal left sat on the bench nibbling on a piece of cheese, staring at them with mild interest.
“Oh, my God!” Imogen said, grabbing on to Ty’s arm as she maneuvered behind him. “What is that?”
“It’s just a raccoon. They’ll eat anything and they aren’t afraid of people.”
“Obviously. What do we do?”
“Nothing. They’re mean as a snake and carry rabies. We’re going to ignore him and light a fire. Maybe that will send him scattering.”
“He doesn’t look mean.”
“Trust me, you try to take that cheese away from him, he’s going to spit and hiss.”
“Well, it’s not like I want the cheese back at this point, so why would I attempt to take it away from him?”
Ty laughed. Trust Imogen to point out the obvious and logical. “True. God, I can’t believe it’s dusk already. Guess it really is fall.”
He started building a fire with the wood he’d gathered earlier, content and still sleepy from their post-sex nap.
Imogen perched on a rock, giving wary glances at the raccoon every now and then. “There are only a few weeks left to the season, aren’t there? How do you feel about that?”
“Yep, only four races left. Not much time to make a difference. I’m in fifth place right now.” Which he should be stressing more about, frankly, but for some reason he wasn’t. Fifth didn’t suck, and he wasn’t feeling quite the competitiveness he had in previous seasons. It was a little unnerving, but at the same time, he suspected it was just that he was comfortable with his career. He had achieved a lot already and he worked damn hard. If it didn’t land him in the number-one spot, that was no reason to beat himself up. There were some damn good drivers and cars out there every week.