pink,” she shot back.
He turned to Brice Casey. “Rose is pink, right?”
Brice glanced across the space at a sullen Camille. “Dude, my advice is to agree with Virginia.”
Jordan frowned. “Who?”
“Your fiancée, Virginia, she’s right over there,” Brice said, pointing toward Georgie.
This idiot!
And wait a second. Wasn’t he the idiot for asking for the rodent reaper’s advice?
“I’d like to respectfully disagree,” Jordan said, turning to Buck.
The wilderness boot camp leader cocked his head to the side. “You want to respectfully disagree with your fiancée’s favorite color?”
Jordan came to his feet and ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t realize we were doing fancy colors.”
“Rose is not a fancy color,” Georgie replied, rising up from the log bench.
“It’s pink, Georgie! Rose is pink, and you hate pink!” he replied as Brice sucked in a tight breath and shook his head.
“Dude, just agree,” Mr. Rodent Royalty whisper-shouted.
Jordan glanced down at Brice Hannibal Casey. There was no way he was taking advice from this guy.
He shook his head. “I can’t lose a point for this. I didn’t even know rose was a color,” he said as Brice grimaced.
“Rose is the shade of color halfway between red and magenta,” Georgie called, looking to the women, who were all nodding.
He paced the length of the circle. “Okay, I get it, babe. But rose is a fancy color. I thought we were choosing from the Crayola box of eight crayons.”
Buck shook his head. “Sorry, Jordan, but when I asked you what Georgie’s favorite color was, at no time, did I say it was limited to the Crayola eight,” Buck added, totally not helping a fellow man out.
Dammit! This is what he got for savoring Brice and Camille’s dust-up, and that was nothing compared to the show he and Georgie were putting on for the group.
“Ask me the next question,” he said, reclaiming his spot next to Brice.
Buck and Syd shared a glance.
“All right,” the man began with a twist to his lips. “If Georgie were given the choice of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or a peanut butter and honey sandwich, which one would she choose?”
He stared up at the man. Was this for real? His form didn’t have any of these bizarre questions.
“Well?” Buck pressed.
“Um…jelly,” he blurted, then watched Georgie’s cheeks go from pink or rose to scarlet.
Georgie’s hand flew to her chest. “It’s honey, Jordan. Of course, it’s honey! We wrote a whole blog post about the medicinal qualities of honey. Why would you think I’d choose jelly? What are you thinking?”
Jesus, what was he thinking?
He did a quick scan of the group to find all eyes on him.
“I didn’t think. I said the first thing that came to mind. I had a fifty-fifty chance, and jelly is good, too, minus all the sugar and preservatives.”
“Then why would you think I would have chosen it?” she shot back.
He couldn’t think straight. Between the couples staring and Georgie glaring, his brain had turned to…well, jelly.
“One more question, Buck! I’m sure I’ll get this one right,” he said as a bead of sweat trickled down his back.
Buck and Syd shared another look.
“Are you sure?” Buck asked with an uncharacteristically wary bend to his words.
Jordan took a few breaths. “Do it.”
Buck sighed. “What’s Georgie’s favorite way to unwind?”
“That’s an easy one,” he exclaimed, waving his hand in the air. “Sex!”
Buck slashed the page. “Nope.”
Jordan gazed wildly around the group. “No! How could it be no? Georgie and I did it in the car before we got here. It’s her go-to stress reliever.”
The color drained from his fiancée’s face. “My go-to stress reliever is to take a meandering walk!”
No, he couldn’t let this go! They had to win that damn honeymoon yurt.
“I call bullshit, Georgie,” he said as the entire female contingent gasped and stared him down.
No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Every pair of eyes bore into him from all angles. And Georgie? She’d been rendered speechless and stood on the other side of the gathering area with her lips parted.
Buck cleared his throat, then checked his watch. “It looks like we’re going to have to bring this bonding experience to a close. It’s time to send the losing couple out into the wilderness.”
“And which couple would that be?” Jordan asked, but he knew the answer.
Buck glanced at that godforsaken clipboard. “Why, that would be you and Georgie.”
9
Georgie
“I’m sorry! I don’t know what the hell I was thinking,” Jordan said for what seemed like the millionth time.
Georgie shook her head and glanced down