When life becomes too stressful, Janine and I take a week off, pack up the Jeep and head to our cabin by the lake to take a break from life. Long days of hiking and nights beside cozy campfires allow us to let go. And, of course, if Dean and Misty are there, fucking is also part of the lineup!

When we pulled up to the cabin during our most recent outing, I saw Janine craning her neck to look around to the property two plots down.

“Go out and check,” I said, nudging her playfully. “No use breaking your neck over it.”

She laughed softly, grabbed my face in her hands and laid a big fat kiss on me.

“Be right back,” she told me.

I was unloading the car when she came bounding back like a puppy. Her cheeks were flushed, yet her freckles still stood out.