At least not until he’d arrived back at the campsite after an evening with a pretty, but vapid, blond girl. With a sinking feeling, he elbowed his way through the crowd that had gathered around the spot where he’d pitched his tent. He stopped beside two young British guys who handed him a bottle of beer without comment. “How long has she been like this?” Charlie asked as he screwed the cap off. “She conked out about half an hour ago.” Charlie nodded. “Anybody help her?” “Naw man, it was too entertaining to watch.” He could believe that. Facing him was the sorriest excuse for a tent that he’d ever seen. It was a brand new two layer dome and Laura obviously had no idea how to put the thing up. She’d managed to join the rods together and get most of them into the slots in the corners, but nothing was fastened to the ground and at some point her bike had fallen onto the tent making the whole thing squish to the left. Outside the tent was a tiny camping stove with a pot on top of it, the flame still burning beneath it.
