We drove to a scenic spot in the countryside, not far from a river. The tents were set up in groups of three, with men and women sharing. Our third tent-mate was a quiet guy who just silently helped out the whole time.
Gino volunteered to be today's chef, and as he was cooking, he suddenly held up a jar of peanut butter, looking apologetically at the other guy. "Tom, sorry, are you allergic to peanut butter?"
"Oh, my God! Trying to set up some alone time, huh? Fine, I'll go crash with another group," Tom teased, dramatically throwing his hands over his head as he walked away.
Gino had made his intentions clear—he was pursuing me, and he would definitely create opportunities like this. I hadn't expected Tom to catch on so fast, and it made me a bit uneasy.
"You cooked me that amazing di
