After wrestling with their tent—supposed to be an easy set-up—Dustin wanted to give up. He stood, hands on his hips, glaring at the damn two-person tent. Kate’s laughter reached his ears and he turned to find her standing by the tail of his Cessna, Jennifer grinning behind her.
“Your tent looks a lot like ours. Want some help?”
Dustin nodded, still frustrated. When Kate set it up in minutes, he gaped at her.
“Thank you.”
She shrugged. “We camp out a lot. This is a nice tent. Only about four feet tall, but twice that in length and almost that in depth. Trust me, you’ll appreciate those mesh windows on each side—and they look like the no-see kind.”
“You know a lot about tents.”
“Like I said, we camp out a lot.”
A small smile played at his lips. “Guess it’s good Raf couldn’t figure it
