“Um, is that fair?” Lauren cuts in, holding up her paper. “If you’re her partner, she’s going to always win, because this is your job.”
“I don’t think this is a competition,” Parker says, sounding annoyed, and Jacob presses his lips together like he’s trying not to laugh.
“You’re right; this is not a competition,” Blake says as he stands. “The point of this retreat is to build trust between you and your partner. No relationship works unless you are able to work together, and—”
“Sorry,” Lauren interrupts again, and everyone focuses on her. “I’m just wondering why she’s here, if this is supposed to be a retreat for couples.”
“Lauren,” Oliver hisses, turning to glare at her.
“What? It’s just a question.” She frowns back.
“I’m here because I booked this trip for my fiancé and me, and since he’s now my ex, he obviously didn’t come,” I say, figuring I might as well get it over with.
“Oh,” Lauren whispers, while everyone else around the room shifts uncomfortably. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” I look up when a heavy hand rests on my shoulder and lock eyes with Tanner. He doesn’t say anything, but then again, he doesn’t have to. His expression tells me that he feels bad for me, which flipping sucks. I’m tired of people feeling sorry for me, tired of the pity-filled looks and awkwardness. I wanted to come on this trip to forget about the last couple of months, not to relive them.
“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s go over the schedule for the week, talk about the safety guidelines, and then load up in the bus. There’s about an hour drive to the first drop-off location,” Maverick says, holding the remote toward the TV, and the schedule on the paper I’m holding comes up on the screen.
For the next hour and a half, I listen to Tanner, Blake, and Maverick speak, and as I watch the three of them interact, I realize they are more than just men who work together. There’s something seamless about the way they work together. They’re completely in sync, like they know each other inside and out, which makes me curious about their relationship.
“Are there any questions?” Blake asks when the safety video comes to an end, his attention directed at Lauren, who’s asked a million questions and interrupted a dozen times.
“I don’t think so,” she says, and Oliver sighs, probably relieved that we can all finally move along.
“Then let’s go through your packs to make sure you have everything you need and that you aren’t taking anything unnecessary before we get on the bus.”
“Umm, you have to go through our packs?” Avery asks, looking horrified.
“Yes.” Maverick plants his fists on his hips. “Like it was stated in the email you received, you are allowed to bring anything you think you might want or need except drugs or alcohol.”
“Okay,” she agrees quietly.
“Let’s go.” Maverick moves first, and the rest of us follow.
When I get outside, I head for my Bronco to grab my pack from the trunk. As I start to pull it out, a hand lands on it, and I follow the arm that hand is attached to and find Tanner standing next to me.
“You don’t need to drag it out. We can go through it here,” he says as he starts to unzip the main zipper, making me panic.
“You can’t go through my bag.” I pull it from his grasp, and he tugs it back.
“Sunshine, I promise you I’ve seen it all, so there’s nothing in your pack that’s going to surprise me.”
“That might be.” I yank it back toward me. “But I have things in here that I don’t want you to see.”
“I get that, but I need to make sure you only have the necessities, because as your partner, if you can’t carry your pack, I’m going to be the one lugging it around, and I’d rather not have to carry shit you can’t or won’t ever use.”
“Fine.” I let it go and stand back, crossing my arms over my chest, and he gives me a look that makes my stomach feel funny before he starts to pull everything out. “Do I get to go through your pack?” I ask, tapping my foot.
“If you want.” His dimple pops out, and I quickly grab the waterproof bag with my bras and underwear in it before he can open it. “Have you tried walking around with this on your back since you packed it?”
“Yes.”
“How did it feel?”
“Heavy,” I admit as he stacks all my granola bars in a pile.
“It’s going to feel heavier. After about twenty minutes of hiking, ten pounds will start to feel like a hundred.” His eyes meet mine. “Do you need everything here?” He motions to the piles he’s made.
“Probably not.” I eye my granola bars, not sure I can bear to leave them.