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Tell me what makes you get out of bed every day. Has becoming a reporter always been a dream of yours, or did you just happen to fall into it without even trying?”
    “Fine, I’ll tell you,” he sighed, touching the flashlight. Cash moved it out of his face.
    “Good,” Rachelle said. Turning away from him, she focused her attention back of finding food of the two of them. “Where do you want to start?”
    “How about we grab our snacks first and then I’ll tell you?” Cash suggested.
    If he had any doubt he needed a career change, tonight proved that he did. When he got back home, he was going to quit his television job and find a better way to make a living. Cash kept walking behind Rachelle until she stopped in front of the refrigerator door. She pulled the handle and opened it.
    “Sounds good to me,” Rachelle said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Can you hold the flashlight for me?”
    “Sure, I can hold it,” he answered, taking it from her soft hand. He held it steady so Rachelle could see inside.
    “We have to make it quick since I don’t want to hold this door open too long,” Rachelle said as she grabbed a variety of cold cuts and then a package of cheese off the middle shelf. “Okay, I think I have enough for the both of us.”
    He took another step back so he could give Rachelle enough room to move. She closed the door. “How about we fix some S’Mores as dessert? We can roast the marshmallows in front of the fireplace. I love S’Mores. I used to fix them all the time with my sisters when we were younger and went camping with my daddy and uncle.”
    Cash eyed the sophisticated woman in front of him. “Looking at you right, I find it very hard to believe you ever went camping as a little girl.”
    “Well, I did and I loved it. I haven’t been in years, but it’s something I wouldn’t mind doing again. I don’t mind becoming one with nature. It’s relaxes me to be out there without any problems in the world. Now, follow me to the pantry with that light,” she said, turning away from him.
    Walking behind Rachelle, he pointed the light in the direction she needed. “Are you going to answer my question?” he asked, watching as she laid the food on the table.
    Rachelle opened a white door in front of them. She went inside and grabbed a box of Honey Graham Cracker squares, a bag of large marshmallows, two long bamboo sticks and a bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate bar off the second shelf.
    “It just goes to show you that looks can be deceiving. I slept in a tent more times that I can count. I’m also the proud winner of several science and nature contests. I won them from the age of eight years old until thirteen. I’m very insulted you judged me by my looks. I’ll have you know that I’m a very experienced camper. I know how to rough it with the best of them.”
    Well, Cash guessed the old saying was true. Never judge a book by its cover .
    “I’m very impressed. I have never dated a woman who wanted to go camping with me,” he admitted. Maybe, Rachelle would go with him one day if things turned out the way he wanted between them.
    If…
    Why was he thinking so negatively?
    Of course, something more important was going to happen between them. Rachelle was the woman he had been looking for. He just hadn’t been aware of it until now.
    “I guess you were dating the wrong women,” Rachelle exclaimed, looking back at him again. “I believe we have everything we need for a makeshift meal? Are you ready to get out of here? I forgot the sodas, so we can grab some from the refrigerator before we leave.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Cash replied. “Did you have anything we can place all of our goodies in, so we don’t have to carry it back to the fireplace? I can be responsible for it if you take the flashlight.”
    “Yes, I do,” Rachelle said as she took the flashlight from him. “There should be a basket underneath the table where you are standing.”
    Turning around, he