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Camden laughs. “See you soon.”

He hangs up, and I open my suitcase to grab my boots. I’m filling up my water bottle when Camden texts me to let me know he’s out front.

I screw on the cap, grab my phone and keys, and head out to meet him.

“Hey,” I greet as I climb into the passenger seat.

“Hey. Ready?”

“Yep.”

I look over at Camden as he drives. “What’s new with you?”

“Not much. Lymric is out of town this week, so I’m finishing up some projects around the house and working.”

“How’s Semper Fly?” I ask, naming the tourist helicopter company where Camden works.

“It’s been good. Business is booming. They’re talking about getting another helicopter so we can do more tours.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah. Have you ever thought about getting your pilot’s license?”

I grin. “Nah, I’ll leave that to you.”

“They’d take you if you change your mind.”

“Thanks, man.”

“What are you going to do instead?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Okay. Tell me about this hot date, then.”

I laugh. “Is this twenty questions?”

“We can do that if you want. Okay, question one?—”

“Nope, I’ll just answer it.”

He laughs as we turn onto a back road and drive down the gravel path to a parking lot. “Okay, answer it.”

“Her name is Blake. She moved here a few months ago, and I met her at the Nosh Diner last week. She invited me to sit with her and challenged me to a bet.”

“What kind of bet?”

“Who could finish their meal first.”

“And you ate her under the table?”

“No, I let her win.”

“Aww.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Why’d you let her win?”