Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Everett was waiting and out the emergency beacon without a word. I added it to the outside pocket of the pack. I didn’t bother to test it, knowing Everett already would have. He was nothing if not efficient.

“You have the releases and waivers ready?” I asked.

He gave me a pointed look, then slowly swung his gaze to the counter. It took me only a second to spot the neatly stacked and stapled paperwork. The hold-harmless releases were vital to covering our asses, and no one could participate in activities without signing one. If they chose to hike on their own, that was one thing. But we needed legal documents that showed everyone hiking or boating with us knew the risks.

“Thanks.” I took in Everett’s shawl-collared cardigan and dark blue jeans. I squinted, then pointed at him and motioned up and down. “That’s all new.”

The grin that blossomed lit up his face. “I went shopping. I have a lunch date.”

“Oh, yeah?”