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I hesitate for a moment. We've talked a lot over the past few days, but there's still so much I don't know about him.

“Tell me something about yourself that I don't know yet.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I don't know. Something you don't usually tell people.”

“Damn, Peachy. Going straight for the deep stuff, huh?”

“You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.”

He smiles a little, then looks back at the fire. For a moment, I think he's going to make another joke.

Instead, he says, “I used to play guitar for my brother.”

I turn toward him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I was pretty terrible at it.” He chuckles. “Wayne thought it was hilarious. Used to make me play the same songs over and over because I kept screwing them up.”

I smile, trying to picture a younger Wyatt sitting with a guitar while his brother laughs at him. “Do you still play?”

“I do, but not like I used to.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs, looking into the fire. “Just kind of stopped, I guess.”

There's something about the way he says it that makes me think there's more to the story, but I don't want to push him.

“Well, I'd like to hear you play sometime.”

He looks over at me. “You sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

“I'm warning you, I'm still pretty bad.”

“Even better. I could use a good laugh.” I grin and rest my head against his shoulder again.

We stay like that for a long time, talking whenever something comes to mind and enjoying the quiet when it doesn't.

Eventually, the fire burns low, and the air gets cold enough that even Wyatt's hoodie isn't quite doing the job anymore.

He notices me rubbing my hands together.

“Ready to head back?”

I nod. “Probably. Before I freeze to death.”

“Can't have that.”

I chuckle as he gets up and offers me his hand.

We fold the blanket together, and Wyatt carefully puts out the fire, pouring water over the remaining embers and stirring them until he's sure everything's out.

I watch him for a moment. “Look at you. Are you sure you were never a Boy Scout?”

He laughs. “Nah. But I spent a lot of time outdoors with my brother when we were kids. Camping, building fires, sleeping under the stars. That kind of stuff.”