“You’ve never been camping?” “Nope, never.” I give him a tired sigh. “My parents aren’t really the camping type, if you know what I mean.” He rears back, eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ll take you camping.” “You will?” “Of course.” Anticipation thrums through my body at the idea. “Okay, maybe we could plan a trip somewhere in the spring after you get drafted.” “And if I don’t get drafted?” I give him a stern look, confidence seeping from my voice as I say, “You will.” He nods, his smile piercing me as he laces our fingers together. “Then I guess it’s a done deal.”
