"Yeah?" Willa asked, challenging exactly what Marcus meant to say with the innuendo that his smirk lent to his words. Her own lips curled, amused at just how many men so far had flashed a badge of sexual bravado at her in such a short amount of time, and how few were actually going to attempt any sort of follow up. She'd never been a blusher, and in her college days she'd rarely been a girl who said no, so long as the offer came from someone who didn't balk when she didn't blink. It was a little surprising, how many men ran game that was easily upset by a woman confident in herself, in her sexuality. It was why she and Bode had started in the first place; he didn't skip a beat in accepting the offer of his good friend's sister (not to mention his boss' daughter) to take him up to her childhood bedroom during a party. It was his persistence that kept it from being only one midsummer night, each of them taking turns at holding the reins, keeping their balance. If she'd met Marcus before those years, twenty-one-year-old Willa would have already had him back in the showers, but now she satisfied herself with a cocked eyebrow, and carried on.
"My family has a compound north of here, and my brother's in Austin. Our father and our uncle sent me down with a gift for him, and I was going to give him a gift too but it turns out he's a dick who was lying to me, so I left and took my share of the cows with me." Willa very rarely minced her words; some people appreciated the directness, and others found her distaste for social niceties to be insurmountably rude. Something told her Marcus might be closer to the former than the latter, or at least, she hoped as much. "It's not that great of a story." The short version also left out what had led her to this compound instead of back to her own, but Willa was still battling embarrassment at the necessity of convincing the camp residents she was the sort of woman who came looking to reconnect with an old flame.