Page 75 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“Eating cookie dough,” he replied accusatorially.
“That was one night!” she exclaimed.
“You could have left a little bit for me?” he countered.
She wiped the rain from her cheeks. “Is this what’s happening? Are we going to pretend this is about cookie dough or shit shovels or llamas?”
“It was an alpaca,” he corrected.
“It doesn’t matter! Look at us, Jordan! The only time we’re not trying to rip each other’s heads off is when we’re screwing! Maybe I am a sex maniac?”
He stared up at the pouring rain. “What are you saying?”
She steadied herself. “I’m saying that this is over.”
She pressed the button and watched as the indicator light changed from a solid green to a blinking red.
“What happens now?” he asked as rivulets of water trailed down his face as a clapping sound came from behind a wall of rock.
“Now, you leave without your wilderness bridal boot camp completion certificate,” Buck said with a final clap.
She and Jordan whipped around to see the wilderness expert and his wife coming around the rocks.
“How did you get here so fast?” she asked.
“Where do you think you are?” Syd asked, sharing a look with Buck.
“Way the hell away from camp, near the red flag,” Jordan answered, but he didn’t sound so sure.
Buck chuckled. “You’re no more than a two-minute walk from camp. It’s up this trail, past the rocks. Don’t you recognize where you are?” Buck pointed to the alpaca. “Didn’t Frankie give it away that you’d circled back?”
Georgie glanced at her fiancé, whose posture had gone rigid.
“Are you sure you want to give up?” Syd asked.
Georgie took another look at the sullen man she thought she knew.
“We’re done.”
