“Will ya look at that.” Will’s eyes narrowed as he studied the narrow strip of gold dust he’d uncovered where he wanted to pitch his tent. “I didn’t know there was gold up here. And to think, you didn’t want to camp on rocks.”
“I still don’t,” Jessica, his girlfriend said, shaking her head. “They draw out too much heat.”
“Then I’ll keep your share,” Will said without a trace of humor.
“Sure you will. How gentlemanly,” she said, smiling, glad she’d listened to her friend and poked holes in his condoms. One way or the other, she’d own him.