There was definitely no competition for Eli, at least in Avery's mind. She had simply planned on bidding on him if there had been no one else for her... or if no one decided to bid on him at all. But she certainly wasn't harboring any romantic interest in him, even if Corey didn't really know that.
"Fishing!" Avery was surprised, sure, and she looked down at the cute, peasant top in her hand, realizing that there was no way Corey could, or should, wear something like this fishing. "Oh man, why didn't I think of that? That's... brilliant, actually. Guys like that stuff, huh? You can sit around the lake and talk, and not worry about sitting side by side in the dark watching some movie for two hours in silence." She set the shirt back on the rack. "I've never been fishing though. Have you?"