“You know, that’s really funny actually. Makes me wonder what the other cabins are like.”

“Probably normal. They probably don’t have a giant flesh dildo attached to the tile of their shower.” I press my hand to my forehead. “Oh God, what my coworkers must think of me. They must have noticed we were in that cabin and said⁠—”

“Scottie must have such an active sex life.”

“Noooo,” I drag out. “They probably thought I was a sex fiend and that’s why our marriage wasn’t working, because I wanted to be surrounded by plastic, jiggly prosthetics rather than the jiggly shaft in my husband’s pants.”

He chuckles some more. “I mean, that looks worse for me than you.”

“This is not funny, Wilder. This is exactly what I’m talking about. We need to keep it tight. We can’t just be flailing about, thinking there are no consequences to what we say and do.”

“In my defense, when I filled out the application, I wasn’t aware that there were themed cabins. This just happens to be a unique coincidence. And I did mention in that first meeting with Sanders that we were pretty kinky.”

“Yeah, a unique one I want nothing to do with.” I catch Sanders turning toward the door and offering me a thumbs-up, looking to see if we’re ready. I hold out a finger, asking for one more minute. “Remember what we talked about, okay? Be cool. This is no time to go off the rails with your improv. I saw that look in your eye.”

“What look?” he asks.

“The one that said ‘we’re about to have fun with this.’”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a look I have,” he counters.

“Oh, you do. I saw it. Clear as day.”

“I think you’re making things up in your head.”

“I am not,” I shoot back.

“You are.”

“Wilder.” I sit taller, growing frustrated with him. “I am⁠—”

“I see that you’re arguing,” Sanders says, coming into the room. “And I know you asked for privacy, but I think that it’s important I’m a part of these conversations. So”—he takes a seat in his chair—“please, tell me what you’re arguing about.”

I glance over at Wilder, panic filling me, but of course, he apparently has no sense of anxiety, because he crosses one leg over the other and casually says, “She hates our cabin, and she’s mad at me for filling out the application incorrectly.”

Okay, well, that’s a truthful answer.

“I see,” Sanders says and then reaches into his seat cushion and pulls out a baseball.

Ahh, there we are.

He tosses it in his hand and says, “Why did you lie on the application?”

“Simple,” Wilder says flippantly. “I filled it out to inspire us, to remind us of the couple we used to be.”