Chapter 122

“I think I could learn to love mountain living,” Quinn said, leaning back on his hands to stare at the vista at the end of the street.

“Uh-huh. Tell me that when there’s six feet of snow and you’re housebound.”

“If you were there, too…” Quinn waggled his eyebrows.

Brent rolled his eyes. “Five years married and you still have a one-track mind.”

Quinn rested his hand on Brent’s thigh, inching it up. “And will when it’s been fifty years.”

“Down, boy. We have work to do.” Brent gave him a fast kiss, picked up the empty box and the dirty napkins, and deposited them in a trash container before they walked back to where they’d parked. “Let’s take Clear Creek Canyon back down, to scope it out.”

“You think Andrew hitched a ride with the wrong person?”

Brent nodded. “That’s one possibility. Or he changed his mind about coming up here, in which case, where the hell is he?”