I wrap my arms around him, sinking into our embrace. “Oh, Caleb. Babe,” I murmur into his shoulder, “I couldn’t agree more. Say it whenever you’d like, once we tell the boys.”
He pulls away, signing to me, “We probably ought to get back. I imagine there won’t be much left if we stay out too much longer.”
I titter. “Probably not, but at least we know Cam’s potato peeling skills for that spud salad weren’t put to use for no reason.”
He smirks. “Spud salad? I swear, you and Marcus are two peas in a pod.”
That makes me smile, hearing us called that again. “With you in the mix, does that make us a three bean salad?”
He chuckles. “I guess, if that’s what the kids these days are calling T-H-R-O-U-P-L-E-S.”
“I may need to go back to school to find out if there is an actual sign for that,” I hum.
Caleb shrugs, holding up his hand and making the “I love you” sign again. He points to his thumb. “Marcus.” Then, we waggles his index finger. “You.” He points to his pinky next. “Me.” Finally, he crunches all his standing fingers a couple of times.
“That’s our new made-up sign for throuple?” I ask him.
He pops his shoulder. “I don’t know about all of them, but it fits for our triad, at least…”
I grin. “I low-keylovethat.”
He beams. “Good, because I low-key love what we could very well become.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lo and Caleb come strolling back right as I’m finishing off roasting my hot dog over the fire. Well, my third one really. Like the t-shirt I used to wear all the time in high school said: It’s all fun and games until someone loses a wiener. In my case, two have turned into Pepper treats.
I’m about to be this stink weasel’s new best friend. I gotta hand it to the little guy, he is quite comical to watch. Got to beefin’ with a chipmunk earlier and he did this cute little stompy thing where he pounces a couple of times and then scoots back, like he’s a tough guy.
“Well, well. Look who had her back after curfew,” I snark at Caleb as he sits down at the picnic table. “Gonna show me where the bathroom is next? Pin me up against a tree too?” I waggle my eyebrows.
He narrows his hazel eyes at me like he’s pissed, but I see a hint of a grin forming on the corners of his lips. “You have the proper equipment to pull up behind a tree and take a piss.”
“Ohh, you’ve been checking things out, I see. Well, could you at least hold it for me?”
He shakes his head, clearly exasperated with my bullshit, then looks around the campsite.
Lo rolls her eyes at me. “Where are the boys? Not here, I presume, if you’re out here blatantly asking for Caleb to hold your dick for you.”
I chuckle. “They took off for the arcade after supper. I don’t know about Cameron, but you can take Brody out to the woods all you want—he’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to video games. Kid practically needed suspenders to hold his britches up with all the quarters he had in his pockets.”
“Speaking of britches,” Lo chimes in, “Did you see what I packed for you?” She winks.
I snort. “No, but I can only assume it’s no less than a month’s worth of underwear…”
She huffs. “Your favorite nightdress.”
“Nightshirt, you mean,” I correct her.
“Marco, the thing goes down past your knees. It’s a dress.”
I frown. “You know I can’t wear that, the kids are here! People will see me!”
“Relax, it looks like a baseball t-shirt, only longer. Throw some flannel pants on underneath it, if you’re that hung up about it.”
When I glance over at Caleb, he’s clearly pretending he’s tuned us out, but his raised eyebrows are giving him away.
“Shall we get the tie-breaker to settle this debate?” I ask Lauren.
