Chapter 12: Honey

Today was the day. I covered myself with bug spray. I put extra sunscreen on my nose and ate oatmeal for breakfast. I was ready. My water bottle was full of ice coffee and fanny pack had flashlight, compass and lip balm in it. "Howdie," I greeted Luke with extra enthusiasm. Unlike me, he'd just woken up. He was making breakfast in a zip up hoodie and gray sweatpants. He turned around, rubbing his eye, "Hey." I tried hard not to stare. His hoodie was unzipped and the movement shifted the shadow over the hard lines of his muscular chest. His hand dropped, and blue eyes widened. He stared at me. I was dressed in head-to-toe camo. "It's too early for this." I ignored him, and proudly adjusted the strap around my green safari hat. Nothing he could say would ruin my mood. He muttered something about Crocodile Dundee in his kitchen and then, suddenly, the campers started scream