There’s a snort from the corner, and that’s when I see Chad, sitting in a chair with a Diet Coke in hand, looking none too pleased.

“Do you have something you want to say?” Wilder asks.

“Nope, just enjoying my drink,” he answers. “Going to rate it in my Soda Tracker when I’m done. Camp Haven, flat Cokes, lukewarm at best.”

Did he just say Soda Tracker?

From the way Wilder just stilled next to me, I’m going to say he did.

Does Chad know?

Is he going to expose us?

“Then I’d keep your derisive snorts to yourself,” Wilder says.

Not wanting to have this break into a fight, because Wilder really doesn’t like Chad—like actually hates him—I say, “You know, the tandem bike into town with the picnic and floats later sounds great.”

“Great. Since you already signed waivers when you came here, you can fit yourself with a helmet out back and then take the bike when you’re ready.”

“Okay, thanks,” I say and then tug on Wilder’s hand as he stares Chad down for a few more seconds. “Come on.”

We head out of the main building toward a green-and-white shed.

“That fuck is testing me,” Wilder mutters under his breath. “I’m a chill guy, but don’t fuck with me, and don’t fuck with the people in my life.”

I smooth my hand over his chest. “Just like you tell me not to let Matt live in my head, don’t let Chad live in your head.”

“Yeah, but he’s disrespecting you, and I don’t fucking like that. You deserve better.”

I smile and stand on my toes to press a kiss to his chin. “Thank you.”

That seems to ease some of the tension as he wraps his arms around me and brings me in close. “You’re welcome.”

“So should we tandem?”

“I think we shall,” he says and then kisses the tip of my nose.

Chapter Twenty-Three

WILDER

“This is humiliating,” Scottie says.

“For all these people driving by us know, we have a flat tire,” I say as we turn into a Stewart’s gas station.

“I really thought we would be better at this.”

“I think the problem is you have no balance,” I say while we push the tandem bike up against the gas station’s wall. I unclip my helmet and fluff out my hair as I turn toward her.

“I had plenty of balance,” she grumbles.

My brow quirks up. “Pips, it’s insulting that you think you can blatantly lie to me.”

She huffs. “It was just different. I didn’t think you were going to be so…large.”

“Come on now. You’ve seen me with my clothes off. You know how large I really am.”

Her expression falls flat. “Really, Wilder?”

“Uh, we were told to flirt. I am flirting.”

“That is not flirting.”