Oops, I Let a Bear Eat Him
In my past life, I had been too focused on scouting the route ahead to notice the intimate gestures between the two of them.
"Damon, this mountain is so steep," Bonnie whined while tugging on his arm. "I'm tired. Can we take a break?"
Damon stopped immediately at her words and helped her sit down. Bonnie shot me a smug, provocative look, as if to say, "See? Your husband cares more about me."
We had barely been climbing for ten minutes. For someone who called herself an environmental photographer, she sure had poor stamina.
But Damon, utterly enamored with her, believed her without question. With a tender smile, he twisted open a water bottle for her and unwrapped a packet of compressed biscu