He does and then hands it back and grabs his second beer. “Fine, but every time you complain that I’m packing all wrong, you have to take a shot.”

I glance at his open suitcase on the bed. His jeans are tossed in and a couple pairs of shoes. He’s already pulled out a second suitcase in preparation for filling the first.

I can’t help myself, I cross the room and grab the jeans, roll them, and then tuck them back inside. “Look at all the room you could save though.”

He chuckles and juts his chin toward the bottle.

Beer in one hand and Malibu in the other, I take a seat on the bed next to his suitcase. Silently, I continue to repack each item he adds. He doesn’t comment but shakes his head every time he glances at my handiwork.

He brings a pile of mismatched socks and drops them on top with a knowing smirk.

“Okay, stop.”

He raises his hand and makes a triumphant fist. “I wondered what your breaking point would be. If the socks didn’t work, I was going to toss my dirty laundry in. Drink up, babe.”

“You’re the worst.”

By the time we’re finished, I’m drunk, and Tanner has on his tipsy smile.

“We’re going to need more booze,” I tell him as we head downstairs. Without warning, I wrap my arms around his neck from behind and jump. He catches me and carries me piggyback into the kitchen.

“Nah, we’re good.” He goes to the pantry and pulls down a box with alcohol in it. “I was going to take this with me.”

“You’re just now mentioning this?”

“Someone needed to drink the gross beer left in the fridge.” He shudders. “This is my reward.”

“Shot,” I tell him.

He pulls out a bottle of Jager and I groan, but at least we’re done packing, so I don’t have to worry about holding up my end on the shot-taking bargain. I’m in a happy drunk state now but another couple of shots and I’ll be passed out. He brings us into the kitchen, and I drop down and take a seat on one of the barstools.

“Here, mix this with some soda water so you don’t pass out on me.” He puts the vodka in front of me.

“You know me too well.”

We make our drinks and take them outside. It’s hot, but I didn’t bring my bathing suit, so we sit on the edge of the pool and dangle our feet in.

“What’s Amelia doing this summer?”

“Ah, shit.” Tanner pulls out his phone and winces. “She still thinks I’m coming tonight.”

“I thought you were going to the lake?”

“Yeah, I am, but I told her I’d stop at her house on the way through and we could grab dinner.”

“Oh.”