“Dana.” To Kayla’s left, an Amazon with loosely braided blonde hair nodded at him. Her hazel eyes almost disappeared when she smiled. “Kayla.” Directly across from him, Kayla had light brown skin and long black hair swept up in a messy knot. Remy set down his tray at an empty seat between Maggie and Van, and she introduced the two crew members he hadn’t met yet. Sarah sat across from Maggie, and Levi sat to Sarah’s right. When Remy scanned the tent for a seat, Maggie waved him over to a table where their crew sat. “If you wind up based in a logging camp, it’ll look a lot different,” Will had added. Boreal Siviculture cooks catered to the granola hippie crowd and the university students who made up the majority of their planters. Lots of vegetarian and even vegan options. He plugged in the phone to charge and then joined the dinner line. He slipped his phone from his pocket, accessed the camp’s wireless, and thumbed in a text to John. When they went into town for days off, they’d be able to get a cell signal, but not here. If it’s slooooRemy snickered at the final warning. Save the big bandwidth stuff for town days. A hand-lettered sign laid out the rules: Respect your fellow planters. The camp had satellite internet running to a wireless router located in the mess tent. Like his phone, it was the cheapest one he could get, but he could study with it. Inside he located the charging station and plugged in his tablet. And for damn sure, no hitting on Broody McBroodface, who’s probably straight anyway. The last thing Remy needed was another train wreck of a boyfriend. He took one look at me and decided the queer boy was hitting on him. Just look at how Levi had responded when Remy offered to help. But he gave off a broken vibe that made Remy wary. Levi was attractive with his tan and those black curls and matching eyes. Women took one look at him and knew he wasn’t competition for their dating pool, except maybe for the few bi-and-out-about-it guys. Remy was used to stares-one kind from straight guys, another from gay men. He’d seen Levi watching him while he put up his tent. Remy slipped out of the tent and secured the flap. A lot has changed in the tree planting world over the last couple of decades, but one thing hasn’t-it’s still one of the world’s toughest jobs. I did research to find out how an off-the-grid camp might function these days. The tree planters in my family planted many years ago, before smart phones, tablets, and internet access in camps. Interesting, but were they for real? I ran a few terms by a family member who tree planted for several years. When I started investigating tree planting as a possible topic for an MM romance, I found some online lists of tree planter slang. Love Bytes says hello and welcome to author Ava Hayden joining us today to talk about new release “Highballer”.
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