“A soundtrack.”
“A soundtrack?” Okay, sure. “Do you know any musicians?”
“Oh, thousands.” She typed something into Google and clicked on a link. “See? There are lots of sites that offer royalty-free music. We just have to find a composition that fits, buy it, and edit it in.”
He glanced at his watch and stood. “We’ll have to wait till Wednesday night. It’s after eleven, and you still need to get packed for the rafting trip. We leave at five in the morning, remember?”
“Oh, God. I don’t even know what to bring. I’ve never gone camping.”
He stared at her. “You’ve never gone camping?”
“Not in a tent.”
“What other way is there?”
“Camping in a custom RV with a TV and running water and my own bedroom. Or staying in a lodge with room service in the middle of the African bush. My father once took us to Kenya. There were giraffes outside every morning. My brother and I fed them through the windows.”
“Honey, that’s not camping.” He didn’t know what that was. “Want help packing?”
“You would do that?”
“Sure.”
“Just don’t look at my panties, okay?”
At the wordpanties, his pulse skipped. He couldn’t resist. “What’s wrong with your panties?”
“Nothing’swrongwith them. I’d just feel embarrassed if you saw them.”
He hated to break it to her, but he’d seen a lot more than her panties the other night, and she hadn’t seemed embarrassed then. He couldn’t say that, of course. “Okay, fine. No snooping in your underwear drawer.”
She shut down the computer and walked into the bedroom, flicking on the light as she entered. She went to the closet, opened it, and took out one of her suitcases and a brand, spanking new wetsuit. “I bought this.”
It was distinctly feminine with short sleeves, legs that ended mid-thigh, and cheery color blocks in yellow, pink, and green.
“You bought a wetsuit? For one rafting trip?” It was high-quality, too, something a pro might own. “Most people rent those.”
She shrugged like it was no big deal. “Lexi told me the rented ones sometimes smell like mildew.”
Okay, yeah. “That’s true.”
“Do you know if we’re going out on the town while we’re there?”
“Out on the town—in Buena Vista?” Eric laughed. “I doubt it.”
He walked to the closet, searched through her clothes, pulled out a little black beaded dress. “I’d pay money to see you in this.”
She took it from him, jammed it back into her closet. “Some help you are.”
“Sorry. I got distracted.” He grabbed a pair of jeans, two tank tops, and two T-shirts off their hangers, then tossed them onto the bed, together with a fleece jacket and the winter coat she’d brought. Next, he dug in the bottom of her closet where her shoes were neatly arranged and took out a pair of running shoes and a brand new pair of Teva sandals. “Add two pairs of socks and two pairs of the sweet little panties you don’t want me to see, and you’re mostly set. You’ll need your personal items, too, along with sunscreen and mosquito repellent.”
She stared at the small pile he’d made. “That’s it?”
“That’s more than you’ll need. We’re only camping for one night. The outfitter Austin and Lexi hired will supply the tents, sleeping bags, and all the other gear, so unless you want to go down the river in a fancy gown or tromp around the campground in heels, yeah, that’s it.”
“What about pajamas?”
“In a tent?” He laughed out loud. “Just sleep in your T-shirt and underwear. That’s what I do.”