Mac read Angie’s response: yes!!!
He grinned.
“Angie says she’s fine with the shared tent,” he told him.
“Be at my shop then at 5 p.m. on Friday. We’ll caravan from there.”
“Weapons?” Mac asked.
“Bring what you want,” he said. “We’ll have an assortment for people to try out as well.”
And didn’t that put the fear of stupid men with guns into his very soul? Mac thought.
“Tell me there won’t be drinking,” Mac said, because if you were designing a clusterfuck of epic proportions, of course you’d add booze.
Anderson laughed. “For what we charge those men? It’s a catered, top-of-the-line experience,” he said. “Of course, there will be drinking.”
“Then just remember I prefer Mountain Dew,” Mac said morosely.
Anderson laughed some more. “I look forward to this one,” he said. “Oh, by the
