“Well, if they are running their business the way I think they’re running it, they probably send a video to couples every night, couples are curious and watch, the video probably has one of the toys or products on the dresser, the couple gets more curious, and before you know it, they’re reenacting what they saw in the video. Great way to sell the lovemaking minibar.”

“Wow.” She shakes her head. “Is there not any decency in this world? Whatever happened to helping couples find love again? Now it’s all about product consumption. And the couples are falling for it. Just fools.”

“Yeah, real fools. Pretty sure they’re not the ones wielding a dildo out of fear that a beeping snake might attack them when they open their nightstand.”

She stares at me, running her tongue over her teeth. “You know, your sarcasm is tiresome.”

“Already?” I ask. “This is day one. We have a long way to go, Pips. Better get used to it.” I flip the cover down on the bed and climb back in. “Now, hop in. We have a video to watch.”

She scoffs. “If you think we’re watching that together, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Okay, if you want to watch it first, I can go hang out in the bathroom, and then we can rotate.”

Her nostrils flare, and she turns away from me. “Good night, Wilder.”

Smirking, I turn off the light and say, “Night, Pips.”

Chapter Twelve

SCOTTIE

I did not sleep well; I kept worrying about keeping to my side of the bed. I wish I’d worn socks; I was freezing. And while I heard Wilder quietly sleeping, all I could think about was how many of the cabins’ inhabitants were getting it on.

My guess was all of them besides us.

No wonder the Brads and Chad like to revisit the camp often. It’s like a kinky sex club in the woods. And here I thought it was going to be about bonding and therapy and trying to patch up my broken, nonexistent relationship.

Sure, I’m judging the camp based off one day and a cabin full of paraphernalia. We’ll see what today brings, but if I had known, I would have cancelled and come up with a different solution, because this makes me embarrassingly uncomfortable.

And what makes it even more uncomfortable is that it seems to me that Wilder is loving every second of this.

With the video, he didn’t even scoff. I think if I said we were going to watch it, he’d have been all about it. He laughs about the fleshy poker in the shower. I’ve seen him perusing the overpriced lovemaking minibar. I even caught him staring at the nipple picture, as if he was trying to come up with a backstory for it.

Which leads me to believe that he’s very confident in his sexuality—something I wish I was.