The Wife Situation: A Billionaire Age Gap Marriage of Convenience Romance by Lyra Parish

Author:Lyra Parish [Parish, Lyra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

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LEXI

Easton takes the expired can of bear spray and enters the trees to search for wood. I suck in a breath, wishing my body would acclimate to the altitude quicker, looking around at my surroundings.

It’s a beautiful place, and I’m glad we’re camping. As I walk around, I find a fire ring with some old coals and know where those who stay here usually camp.

When I dump the tent out of its bag, all I can do is laugh. I laugh so hard that a few tears stream down my cheeks because it’s a one-person backpacking tent. It takes me less than ten minutes to set it up. I stand with my hands on my hips, trying to figure out how this will work.

Easton walks up behind me with an armful of wood. He sets it next to the fire ring, and his face contorts when he notices our shelter for the night.

“No, this is the fucking joke.” He points at it.

“Does that look miniature to you?” I ask, covering my smile with my hand and laughing. “I don’t have any words for this.”

“Will we even fit?”

I shrug. “I guess we’ll find out later.”

He doesn’t look convinced or amused as I pull the mattress pad and sleeping bag from the back seat.

I position them inside the tent and take a step back. It is what it is, and we’ll make it work.

Easton makes several trips as I gather loose leaves and smaller sticks for kindling. I grab the fire starter and let out a sigh of relief when I see the striker still attached. Otherwise, this entire setup would have been useless. To be honest, that would’ve been the icing on the cake.

I shave off magnesium onto the kindling pile. After I flip it around onto the ferro rod side, I strike against it, and sparks fly. The magnesium instantly catches on fire and I add other smaller sticks, blowing on it to keep the flame hot.

Eventually, it catches, and I stand up, adding thicker sticks until I have a roaring fire. When it pops and cracks, I smile, proud of myself. It’s been years since I started a fire using one of those, but I still have it.

Sometimes, it pays to grow up in the middle of nowhere. Situations like this aren’t frightening.

Easton returns, drops the rest of what he gathered on the vast pile, then steps back. The fire crackles and he tilts his head, impressed.

I nod as he gives me a high five.

“Mmhmm.” I brush off my shoulder.

“Southern girls.” He proudly folds his arms across his broad chest. “You’re made different.”

“A good kind of different?”

“Very good.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” I say.

“You should.”

Easton returns with the camping chair and the bottle of Fireball.

I look down at it in his hand. “That a good idea?”

“Are you scared?” He chuckles, removing the lid.

“No, but you should be. At some point when I drink, my filter disappears.”

“Wait.” He tilts his head. “You have a filter?”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m glad you can dish and take it.

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