Cam smiled. “I’m a GP.”
“Which is?” John said, swaying his head side to side.
“General practitioner. Doctor.”
He blinked, dumbfounded. What? No s**t. “And you, Michelle? What do you do?”
What? No s**t. “She’s a partner in a construction firm,” Cam put in.
“Cam, I haven’t decided yet,” Michelle protested, and looked upward.
“’Chelle, you’ll take it, trust me,” Cam said.
John listened to them go back and forth about Michelle’s future a minute. It was clear Michelle didn’t want to discuss the decision she was going to have to make, which he could sympathize with. Sometimes you just wanted to be left alone to make up your own mind without having someone yelling in your ear about it.
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As the bus rambled through the forest, passing gushing waterfalls, the lively banter and the clic
