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I smiled at him. “I’ll allow it this once.” “Too bad, because I broke another rule.” He pulled something out of his jacket: a small fleece blanket he unfolded and set on the ground. “I borrowed this from Brenda and Ron’s tent on my way to the bathroom earlier.” A short laugh escaped me. “You did not!” He shrugged, with the hint of a sly grin on his face. “You wanted to prank them.” “We have to give it back! They’re going to be cold.” “Later.” He sank onto the blanket, stretching his long legs out, and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, drawing my knees up to my chest. For a few minutes we sat in companionable silence, taking in the beautiful, crisp night while the stress of the day faded away. His low voice broke through the quiet. “Remember when we would go hiking in the Santa
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