- Expected Aug 26, 2021
I just ended a successful rookie year with the Seattle Sockeyes. It's been a lot of work, and I'm ready to play. I rent an RV with three of my single teammates and take to the wilderness for little male bonding and a lot of drinking in front of a roaring campfire. What could possibly go wrong? It turns out, everything, including dealing with the know-it-all woman in the campsite next to us. She might bring out the worst in me, but I can't stop thinking about how good she'd look naked next to me in that tiny RV bed.
That infuriating man and his noisy, drunken cohorts have my blood boiling. I'm supposed to review this campsite for my job, and I can't concentrate. They never sleep, they drink like sailors, and they're loud enough to wake the dead. I did enjoy watching them try to dump the black tank. What happened was poetic justice. To make matters worse, Andy and I have chemistry, the kind that wipes out all the bad stuff and makes me want the good stuff. How much would it hurt to have a few nights of fun with him? Most likely he’d move on and I’d get my heart broken, but when has that stopped me?