I giggled, following him out of the tent with my pillow, backpack, and a sleeping bag and extra blanket. After tossing everything into the smaller tent, I helped Fisher make a fire and set up the camping chairs around it. Shortly after we started roasting hot dogs, Rory and Rose arrived.
“I texted Angie to make sure you had everything and that we didn’t need to stop on our way out of town, and she said she wasn’t coming. Why didn’t you tell us?” Rory asked Fisher.
I kept my gaze on the fire and the hot dog at the end of my stick.
“Spaced it, I guess. After I took Reese’s stuff to the car and loaded the equipment, I didn’t go back inside.”
“Angie said she had a headache. I told her to take something for it and come with us. But she said no. I asked why, and she said to ask you?” Rory had Fisher in the hot seat.
I glanced up at Rose as she walked past me to put their bags in their tent.
Yes, Rose. We planned this. And while you were driving through the winding mountain roads, I was having the best sex EVER!
I wasn’t sure if she got all that from my tiny smirk, but I knew she wasn’t stupid. And I don’t think she was mad either. Her silence said as much. Before our little heart-to-heart, she was the first to call me out on everything.
I mean … even with my hat on, I must have had a terrible case of sex hair that stuck out in all directions beneath my hat. Fisher put me in every position imaginable, often grabbing my hair until I submitted by bending, spreading, or opening at his command. My cheeks filled with heat just thinking about it.
In return, Rose lifted a single brow and shook her head. She knew I was thinking about things that would have made Rory shudder, shattering her naive little world, at least when it came to me.
“It was kind of my therapist’s suggestion,” Fisher said to Rory.
“What does that mean?” Rory took a seat as Fisher handed her a stick and the package of hot dogs.
“It means, while I sort out my situation and consider all possibilities … meaning the possibility of getting my memory back as well as the possibility of not getting my memory back … it’s important for me to have time to clear my head without the influence of outside opinions.”
“So we’re not allowed to give you our two cents this weekend?” Rory grinned, putting her hot dog over the fire.
“Correct. No Angie talk. No accident talk. No wedding talk. We can talk about you or Rose or the birthday girl.” Fisher gave a resolute nod, clearly proud of his little speech.
“Okay. Let’s talk about the birthday girl.” Rory grinned at me from across the fire. “One of the other ladies who works at the salon has a brother that I think would be a perfect match for you.”
My gaze shifted to Fisher for a split second, but he kept his attention on the fire, jaw a little tighter than usual.
Rose sat next to my mom, shooting me a tiny grin. Yeah, I needed to find a way to tell Rory everything.
“What makes him a perfect match for me?”
“He’s a third-year resident in pediatrics.” Rory’s smile could have crossed the Grand Canyon. Really, she thought she hit the jackpot for me.
I chuckled. “That makes him perfect for me?”
“He loves traveling, reading, puzzles, animals, all sports, and he’s a Christian. Oh … did I mention he is incredibly hot? During his undergrad years, he did bodybuilding competitions. He’s not like over-the-top bulky with massive, hard veins popping out of his skin everywhere. Just extremely fit.”
But would he peel my panties off with his teeth while kneeling behind me?
“I’m sure he’s great, but he’s also a resident which means he lives at the hospital. And I’m starting my master’s next year which means I won’t have a lot of free time either.”