“I think it’s in the tent.” “How would it get in the tent?” His dark eyes open and he gives me his full, albeit sleepy, attention. “I went to Jordan’s SUV to get a blanket. You took mine. Or yours. I needed a blanket and now there is a wild animal in my tent. Your tent. Oh my god, please just help me.” My voice is bordering on a whine and I’m full-blown freaking out. “Relax,” he says and stands. His arm brushes mine.
