Kate Hoffmann - The Drifter

“No. I think it would be good to spend the night apart.” She walked toward the bedroom, collecting her clothes along the way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She could tell he wasn’t happy about her decision, but for her own self-preservation, Eve had to practice a bit of common sense. If she spent every night with him, then their relationship would be much more than she ever intended. A night in her own bed would do them both a world of good. Eve tugged on her jeans, then slipped her bare feet into her clogs.

“Come on, Eve. Don’t do this,” Charlie said. “This isn’t some game we’re playing. It’s all right to admit that you enjoy sleeping with me.”

“We don’t do a whole lot of sleeping,” she reminded him.

CHARLIE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING was risky. Hell, he’d spent a good portion of his lecture fee on new camping equipment and Eve hadn’t really agreed to the trip. Not definitely.

He jumped out of his SUV and jogged up the front walk, then rapped on the door. A few seconds later, Lily appeared, her hair wet, a robe wrapped around her slender body. “Hi,” she said.

“Is Eve here?”

“Yeah. She’s in the shower. Come on in.” He followed her inside. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” Charlie said. He waited, pacing back and forth along the length of the living room while she fetched a mug for him.

When she returned, she gave him a wry smile. “So you gave in first. That’s good. I like that. Sometimes Eve can be so stubborn. She needs a man who is willing to compromise.”

“Where is the bathroom?” he asked.

“Top of the stairs on your left,” Lily said.

Charlie grinned. “Thanks.” He took the stairs two at a time, then slowly opened the bathroom door. The shower curtain was translucent and he watched the silhouette of Eve’s naked body as she rinsed her hair.

“Do you need help washing your back?” he asked.

He saw her jump, then the shower curtain flew back and she poked her head out. Water dripped off her hair and clung to her dark lashes. “Hi,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

Charlie held out the mug. “Coffee. Hurry up. We have to pack your clothes and get on the road. We’re burning daylight.”

“We’re what?” Eve stepped out of the shower, her body glistening in the light coming through the bathroom window. Charlie bit back a groan, fighting the temptation to reach out and smooth his hand over her damp skin. In a matter of seconds, he could have his clothes off and they could get back in the shower and see what warm water and naked bodies might do.

He cleared his throat. Though he thought about sex a lot, and Eve even more, he had something different in mind for the day. “We’re going camping today, remember?”

She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. “I-I didn’t think we’d finalized those plans,” Eve said, reaching for a towel. “I told you we had a big group for-”

He grabbed the towel from her hands and began to dry her face. “We have to go today,” Charlie said, bending down to run the towel over her legs. “I have to be back Thursday for my lecture on Friday night.”

She stared at him for a long moment. “All right,” she said. “Go down and tell Lily that I’m taking a few days off. I’ll be ready in a half hour.”

Charlie grinned. That was a lot easier than he thought it would be. He’d anticipated a series of not-so-valid excuses followed by an outright refusal to accompany him. Obviously, after their argument last night, Eve wanted to put their relationship back on track. And what better way than a night or two in the wild?

On schedule, Eve appeared a half hour later, bundled in warm clothes and carrying an overnight bag. She wore the hiking boots he’d purchased for her, along with the wool socks. “What’s in the bag?” he asked.

“My stuff,” she said.

“You don’t need anything more that what you’re wearing,” he said, taking the bag from her shoulder. “In fact, you don’t even need everything you’re wearing.”

“I at least need clean underwear,” she said, bending down to rummage through the bag. She stuffed panties and a lacy bra into her jacket pocket.

“We’re hiking at mid-day. It will be warm. You’d be better off in shorts and a t-shirt. Just bring a light jacket. And a pair of pants. And dry socks.”

“This is exactly why we shouldn’t be going,” she said. “I don’t even know what to wear.” She began to strip off the sweater she wore. “What about pajamas?”

“We’ve never needed them before,” he teased.

“We’ve never slept in the freezing cold before. I know enough to know that it’s cold at night in the mountains. There’s still snow up there.”

“We’re sticking to the foothills. The weather will be chilly, but there won’t be any snow.”

When she’d finally decided what to bring, Charlie gathered it up and carried it out to his SUV. He shoved it into the top compartment of his pack, then helped her into the front seat.

He headed the truck southwest, toward the Nederland area. There were plenty of places to hike and camp in the national forest and they were close enough to home in case Eve was completely miserable.

As they passed the Hotel Boulderado, a famous old Victorian-era hotel that featured luxurious rooms, Eve pointed out the window. “I’ll treat,” she said. “A night at the Boulderado. A soft bed, a big bathtub.”

“I’ve spent hours in the kitchen with you,” Charlie said. “Now it’s time for you to see a bit more of my world.”

“To what end?” she asked. “When you spend time in the kitchen with me, at least you get a meal out of it. What do I get out of this?”

“Time alone with me. In a sleeping bag. Fresh air. Exercise. Maybe we’ll even see a bear.”

“Except for the bear, I could get all that at the Hotel Boulderado,” she said. “And I’d have a real bed.”

They stopped for coffee and to Charlie’s surprise, after a jolt of caffeine, Eve’s mood brightened considerably. By the time they reached Nederland, she was interrogating him about the food he’d brought along and the cooking utensils she’d have available for the evening meal.

Charlie had planned the trip carefully, knowing that if he threw too much at her all at once, she’d never want to hike with him again. He’d chosen to trek along a familiar forest service road for three or four miles, then cut off on a trail that led to a flat and spacious campsite.

He wanted Eve to like this, to enjoy an outdoor adventure with him. He wanted to share the things he loved about the outdoors in the same way she shared her love of cooking with him. It was what couples were supposed to do. And more than any thing, Charlie was starting to look at the two of them as a couple.

There were so many places he imagined showing her, so many cultures to eat their way through. Some of the best food he’d ever eaten was in little out-of the-way places in exotic locations. He was beginning to imagine a life for them, all laid out in front of him. And in the same way he used to get excited about a new adventure, he was anticipating the challenges of loving Eve.

But there was one thing he worried over. Would there come a time when the excitement of being with her faded? Or would he always feel as if there was much more to explore?

They parked the truck about a mile in. Charlie handed Eve a small daypack with bottled water, protein bars and a map. Then he hauled his large pack out of the back and slipped his arms through the shoulder straps. He’d packed light and they weren’t at altitude, so the hike wouldn’t be difficult compared to some he’d done.

“What do you have in there?” she asked.

“Two down sleeping bags, a tent, cooking supplies, food, your clothes, my clothes, stuff to make a fire. And two bottles of wine.”