I lift a brow. “Did you just rhyme?”

“I did.” She winces. “And I said lube would bubble. I don’t think it does that. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know. I’ve never used it.”

“Never used it?” I ask with a shake of my head. “Pips, we need to get you out of this hole you’ve been living in.”

She’s about to respond when we hear a motor approaching in the distance. We both look to the side just in time to see Sanders drive up toward us in his four-wheeler. Wearing a turkey-shaped hat on his head, he parks the four-wheeler and then sticks his head out the side, taking in our position.

“Well…that’s more like it,” he says as he hops out, revealing his Thanksgiving dinner shirt and matching pants. It’s summer, and he’s wearing mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie on his body, but at least he matches. He’s got that going for him. “How was your night?”

I slip out of Scottie’s embrace but keep my arm wrapped around her shoulders as I face Sanders. “It was good. Right, Pips?”

She looks up at me and then at Sanders. “Yes, it was good.”

“Did we work out our issues like adults?”

I nod. “We communicated, aired out the issues, and both apologized with sincerity.”

“Good.” He folds his arms. “Because I have food in the back of the four-wheeler if I need to keep you out here another night.”

“I think we’re good.” I grip my back and stretch. “Could use an actual mattress tonight.”

“Then let’s finish cleaning up, and then we can head back to camp. I have quite the activity planned for today.”

I can only imagine what that is going to be.

Together, we gather up the rest of the tent items, stuff them all away, and then pile the bin on the back of the four-wheeler. I slide in next to Scottie in the second row and drape my arm behind her.

“So,” I say. “Uh, the other couples mentioned the other night that there’s some tent experience that they hoped they’d take part in. Was this that?”

“They said that?” Sanders asks on a laugh. “Yes, this would be it, but I’m not sure why they’d want to take part in it. To me, sleeping on the rock-hard ground over a fluffy mattress is way more of a punishment than anything. Then again, they’re a different bunch.”

You can say that again.

What is it with them? They were jealous about this outing in the woods with a tent? Christ, I wouldn’t be frothing at the mouth to make that happen. Unless one of them heard about a different experience and then told the others.

“Tell me something you learned about each other while out here,” Sanders says, continuing his therapy sessions whenever he gets a chance.