CHAPTER FIVE
INDI
After three days in the wilderness with three couples from Omaha, finalizing paperwork for the trip and putting equipment away, making chit-chat with Brandon was the last thing I wanted to do.
“I’m wiped. I’m headed home to get cleaned up and go to bed early.”
I hadn’t worn the same clothes for three days, but I was dusty, covered in sunscreen, and hadn’t had more than a washcloth rinse-off in a creek in all that time. My hair was pulled back, but it was snarled and tangled. My mom had left a text the night I left to tell me she’d stuck a casserole in the freezer for me to heat up when I got home. The idea of her chicken enchiladas made my mouth water.
There were things that needed attention at Sparks Outdoor Adventure, but I could do them tomorrow. Or Brandon could
