“I’m telling you, I heard something,” Valerie hissed.
“And I’m telling you, you’re an idiot.” Steve’s said in a loud voice, his indignation rising. “It’s probably a racoon.”
“Or a bear.”
He scoffed. “Bears aren’t around here.”
Valerie glared at him. After two years of hearing about his expertise in the woods, she had finally agreed to go camping with him. Now, she regretted it. “Fine, be a dick. If I get eaten, it’s your fault.”
“Right. Night.” As he rolled over, a large wet nose poked through the open tent flap and sniffed at his foot, then licked him.