Page 88 of Mr. Swoony

There is. I wanted to be working in a field I love, not just doing a job. Which was inspired by Jade and her photography at the time.

I suck in a fortifying breath and nod. “Okay, I’ll do this one.”

“Yay!” Kyleigh shouts and sinks back in the chair when everyone glances over.

“Baby, you okay over there?” Rowan asks.

“I could use a coffee refill.” She smiles sweetly, and her thumbs move over the screen on her phone. “Done. Oh, I’m so excited for you.”

“You’re going to do great.” Jade pats my knee.

“We’re ready, let’s go,” Henry calls to us. “And go to the bathroom because we’re not stopping on the way.”

Jade scoffs. “Stop being so bossy.”

“Yeah, Daddy, save it for the bedroom.” Tweetie gets a glare from an elderly lady with a cane walking across the lobby.

We all file out of the hotel, and Conor is waiting at the passenger door with the door wide open for me. “Hey, gorgeous, need a ride?”

I play along. “Depends on where you’re taking me.”

“Stop your weird flirting shit and get in the car.” Tweetie climbs into the back seat.

“I wish we were alone.” Conor wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him.

“We will be tonight, in the tent. I’ve never had sex in a tent.” I kiss his jaw. “Will you keep me warm?”

His hand slips down my waist to my ass, grabbing it. “It will be a first for us both. Fuck, I just had you a half hour ago, and I already want you.”

Tweetie’s head pops out between the driver and passenger seat. “There are children in the back seat. Jeez.”

I kiss Conor’s jaw one more time. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we’re in a tent.”

He waits for me to get into the SUV, then shuts the door and rounds the front of the truck.

“Picture time.” Tweetie holds his phone out to me. “Selfie.”

Conor takes Tweetie’s phone, and we squeeze all three of our faces into the frame. Conor hands it back to Tweetie and puts on his seat belt before we pull away.

“Do you mind if I tag you, Eloise?” Tweetie asks.

I think about it for a moment. If he tags me, there’s a chance Tristan or someone in his life will see it and comment, or at the very least, I’ll be the center of gossip. But who cares? I’m living my life without caring what other people think anymore. If the pictures from the bachelor party and the honeymoon are any indication, Tristan has already moved on, so why can’t I?

“Yeah, please don’t show me with two Chicago Falcons,” I joke.

Conor’s hand lands on my knee. “Only one of us matters.”

“That’s rude,” Tweetie says. “Done.”

Conor squeezes my knee, and his hand remains there for almost the entire ride. It’s the best two-hour ride of my life.

We caravan to the camping location, and Henry takes charge of the reservations and getting us our passes, then directs us to our site. We follow him over the hills on the dirt roads until I know I could never find my way out of here.

Henry pulls their SUV into the site and Conor parks behind him. We all file out of the vehicles and stare at the empty space that only has a firepit and a picnic table. I’m not sure what I thought it would look like, but it appears I’m the only one surprised by the lack of amenities.

“I have to go to the bathroom. Anyone else?” Jade asks.

“I’ll go,” I say, and we walk along the road we came in on. “Where is it?”

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