Ash: He might not be as bad as we thought.
Chastity: Does that mean you saw his dick? Was it magnificent? Tell me everything!
Ash: He saved me from living with a bunch of naked soapy shower lesbians. And you should see the room he got me…
Chastity: Naked soapy shower lesbians? Wow, you’ve got some competition. You’re definitely gonna have to suck his cock if you want his help finding Rosalie.
Right. I’m here to find Rosalie.How had Cole distracted me so easily? I glanced over at him and my eyes gravitated to his muscly tattooed arms.Oh yeah, that’s how.But no more! From here on out I was going to be in full detective mode.
I slid my phone back into my purse. “So how long have you been a part of the Society?”
“A few years.”
“A few as in…three?”
“Something like that. You?”
“A few months.”But that’s not important!I needed to know if he was in the Society with Rosalie before she disappeared.
“I’m surprised you haven’t been to the Emerald Oasis yet then,” he said. “Where were you all summer?”
“Working.” It didn’t seem necessary to tell him that the app had disappeared from my phone all summer.
Cole turned onto another gravel path. “Well, as your camp counselor, it’s my official responsibility to ensure you have the best experience possible.”
And help me find Rosalie.I glanced down at his crotch. Was I really gonna have to blow him in order to get his help? Or could I just ask the right questions?
“What’s that over there?” I asked, pointing at a group of cabins.
“Those are the couples cabins.”
I bit the inside of my lip. I could have been there with Tanner. But Tanner was the worst, so I’d definitely made the right choice. But like…where was he now? Was he in a cabin like they’d tried to put me in, only his was full of soapy gay men? Or did he have a prince suite? Probably a prince suite. God, did he have another woman there with him?
I felt Cole staring at me. I needed to stop focusing on these stupid distracting men. I pointed to a clearing across the path. A bunch of guys in Emerald Oasis t-shirts were rearranging picnic tables and piling firewood next to a giant unlit fire pit. “And that?”Of course I just pointed to more distracting men.
“That’s where we’ll have the post-games spit roast tomorrow night.”
That thing where they roast a pig over an open fire?“Oh my gosh! I’ve always wanted to have a spit roast.”
Cole looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. “You have?”
“Yeah! I never knew it was a thing until one of my ex-husband’s friends suggested we have one for our 1stwedding anniversary. But of course my stupid ex wouldn’t let us do it. Said it was too dangerous.”
“Well that was extremely lame of him.”
“I know! He was the freaking worst.”
“It sounds like it.” Cole pulled to a stop outside the clubhouse and opened the heavy wooden doors for me.
Since when was he such a gentleman?I had really underestimated him.
The dining hall was mostly empty, but there were still a few stragglers. More importantly, the buffet was still well stocked with all sorts of good stuff. Burgers, pasta, even some waffles. Breakfast for dinner? Yas queen! Sign me up for summer camp.
We each made a plate and then sat down at an empty table.
As much as I wanted to go back to the topic of how much Joe sucked, it was more important for me to collect more intel. And devour an inappropriate amount of waffles.
“So you were saying you’ve been a part of the Society for a while,” I said as I smothered my waffles in syrup. “How’d you get started?”
