Page 49 of Own the Eights Gets Married
He shifted the sack of constipation rations and wrapped his arm around her. “God, I love you. Have I told you you’re the most amazing woman on the planet?” he whispered back.
“We’ll see how you feel when we run out of the dough,” she teased, but that was a real possibility.
“Come on, you two. It’s not far now,” Syd called, trekking further into the middle of nowhere, Colorado.
They continued through the evergreens, dodging splintered trees and stepping carefully when the glow of a campfire crackled in the distance.
“We’ve got a full house. Ten engaged couples,” Syd explained as two small canvas structures came into view.
“Yurts!” Georgie exclaimed excitedly. “I recently interviewed an interior designer and wrote a blog post about how people are turning yurts into luxury mini-villas with all the comforts of home. They’re becoming quite the rage among millennials.”
“Mini-villas and millennials?” came a voice in the dark.
Georgie shrieked, and he nearly dropped their bag of provisions.
“Who is that?” he asked.
“That’s Buck! He’s been tracking us since we left. You didn’t notice him?” Syd asked.
“No!” Georgie said, back to clutching his arm as they came into a partial clearing.
“Buck and I live in that yurt for part of the year with all the creature comforts. The other yurt over there is the honeymoon yurt,” Syd replied, pointing to the structures.
“We get to stay in a honeymoon yurt?” Georgie asked.
“No, this is advanced wilderness boot camp. You two will be pitching a tent with the rest of the engaged couples.”
“A tent in October?” Georgie replied.
“It’s our last bridal wilderness boot camp, and we’ve been assured the weather will remain unseasonably warm,” Syd answered.
Damn that wedding frau and her weather magic! He should have waited and proposed at Christmas.
“And the alpacas?” he queried.
He had to ask about them, or else he wouldn’t sleep a wink.
“We let them wander, but they usually stay near their enclosure just over that rock formation,” Syd answered, holding up the lantern.
Okay, at least there was a wall of rock separating them from the beasts.
Syd passed him the lantern. “Take this. Your tent and camping gear are on that side of the clearing. Sleeping bags are next to the tent. It looks like all of the couples have turned in already. You’ll get to meet them in the morning. We rise and fall with the sun.”
“I don’t see a tent,” Georgie said, squinting past the campfire.
“Of course, you don’t. You have to put it up,” Syd replied.
“We have to put up a tent?” Georgie asked.
“We’ll be fine,” he said, taking her hand and growing hungrier by the second.
“See you bright and early,” Syd called with a wave.
“And where are the restrooms?” Georgie asked.
“You brought your trowel, right?” came Buck’s raspy reply.
They jumped, and Syd laughed.
