Chapter 21

“That’s the spot,” he murmured, dropping one hand off the steering wheel to cover Remy’s. Their fingers laced together and pressed heavily against the pillowy cushion of Lane’s crotch.

Throughout the trip Braden had been silent, a brooding silence, and Lane had felt the boy’s anger seething behind him for most of the drive. Now he was sleeping, and the mood in the Jeep had lifted. There was only Remy and himself, and the sweet crush of his lover’s hand on his body. Even though they started on the wrong foot, they could still turn things around. Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be such a disaster after all.

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Shortly their headlights illuminated a rustic, wooden sign that read Rainbow Lake Campground. Just beyond it was a small log cabin with another sign, this one tacked to the railing that ran the length of the porch. Office, it read and, a small board hanging under it read, Closed.