She looks unamused as she says, “Yes, but we’re not at improv class, so no more dick zippering. We need to find simple differences that don’t make us look bad.”

“Okay,” I say. The weekend gave me more time to consider this, and I knew Scottie would want to hash this out, so I came up with something that should track with our personalities well. “Uh, well, since I’m into green roofs, maybe the bigger issue that we haven’t gotten into yet is that I’ve been pressuring you to travel with me to other countries to educate them on green roofs, while you want to work your way up the corporate ladder. Gives you the freedom and independence of wanting to make something of yourself and makes me look a little dickish assuming my job is more important than yours.”

“Oh,” she says in a gleeful surprise. “That…that could work.”

“And maybe all the other things we’ve been fighting about are just nuggets compared to the larger, overall picture. Like when you’re mad about something, but all the little things drive you to the boiling point.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” I see her fully turn toward me from the corner of my eye. “That’s very astute for a twenty-seven-year-old.”

“Just because the number is young doesn’t mean the brain is young. Uh…wait…”

“Nice try.” She chuckles. “Okay, so then we’ll run with that, because I’m assuming there are going to be some therapy sessions we have to go through?”

“Yes,” I say. “They’re not always on the couch like Sanders said, but there are some one-on-ones.”

“Okay, so then midway, I say we bring up that issue, we’re truthful with ourselves, we let him believe he’s working his magic, and then slowly we start acting like we’re falling in love all over again.”

“That works for me.”

“Great. Okay, this could work.” She clasps her hands together and then gasps. “Wait, another rule. You’re not allowed to be friends with the Brads and Chad. I can’t stomach the thought of you high-fiving them. They’re not our friends; they’re mere pawns in the game we’re playing. Got it?”

Pawns, not sure why I find that so funny…and charming.

“Got it. We’re not friends with them. Anything else?”

“Well, of course the respectful rules of sharing a cabin together.”

“Right, no looking, no touching, no snooping.”

“Snooping? I didn’t even think about that. Is that something you normally do?”

I shrug. “I mean, on the occasion. Depends on who it is and where I’m at.”

“Wilder, that’s an invasion of privacy.”