He’d had to shorten a couple of business appointments and postpone his four o’clock in order to give himself time to buy supplies. Hopefully, his crazy plan was worth the effort. Rather than rely solely on Stacy’s innate sense of fairness he’d decided on a lighthearted approach. Opening the trunk of the BMW he proceeded to set up a temporary camp, complete with a red-and-white checked tablecloth for the picnic table. Last, he reached into the ice chest for one plastic-wrapped package of hot dogs and picked up the long-handled barbecue tongs he’d just bought. Hamburgers would have been better but he wasn’t sure how to cook them over an open fire, so he’d opted for the wieners. With one last look around to convince himself everything was ready, he started up the hill, dinner in hand. When he knocked on the door to Judy and Angie’s cabin, Gray felt a surge of unaccustomed anxiety. Was he making a mistake by appealing to Stacy’s sense of humor? Maybe he should just go back to the car, get his tie and his suit coat, and present himself in a more dignified manner.
