Should I have not paid for the eight-day adult summer camp? Maybe, but I really couldn’t see another option. And Scottie looked like she needed the break. Also, it didn’t seem like Sanders was going to let up on the idea. Not sure Scottie even had a choice in the matter. The minute he saw us starting to fight, he had it in his head that we were meant to attend his camp. Either way, I thought we’d be going.

I snap my fingers in front of her face, knocking her out of her daze.

“We need to talk.”

“What is there to talk about?” She tosses her arms in the air. “I’m going to be the laughingstock of the office. I’m never going to be able to show my face again. I’m going to have to move back in with my parents.” She shivers. “My mom is going to want to wear matching pajamas every night, and my dad will suffocate me with questions. God, it’ll be the absolute pits.”

I hold back my chuckle, because who says “the absolute pits”?

“What if it doesn’t have to be that way?”

She tosses her hand in defeat. “What are you going to do? Ask for your money back?”

“No. I’m thinking, what if we went?”

“Oh my God, there you go again with the delusions.” She presses her fingers into the table between us and says, “Earth to Wilder, we are not married.”

“I know we’re not married.”

“Then why in hell would you want to go with me to a summer camp where all the activities are centered around married couples?”

“I’m just spitballing here, but tell me if I’m wrong. You don’t want to look bad in front of your boss and coworkers, who seem to all be obsessed with being married. Is that right?”

“Correct. Marriage is very important to them.”

“Do you like your job?”

“It’s fine. I don’t like golf, but that’s unfortunately what I have to read about right now.”

“And you want to find a new job, but this current job is a step in the right direction.”

“Yes…” She leans back in the booth. “Do you have a point to all this?”

“What if…what if we go⁠—”

“Oh my God,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

“Wait, hear me out.” I hold up my hands. When she gives me the chance to continue, I say, “We get to the summer camp, we act snarly toward each other at first and then pretend as we move along the activities that we’re slowly falling back in love.”

“What is it with you? Do you find me attractive or something? Why are you clinging on to me? We’re supposed to be splitting up, Wilder. Not getting back together.”