Chapter 8

When Garth collected his wits enough to follow, he found Peter with a big cup, sluicing cold water over his body. The evening was warm, but a light breeze, coupled with the cool water, brought a distinct chill. It was more effective than a cold shower.

Peter gathered their clothes and led the way back to the house, unconcerned about his nudity.

Following him, Garth watched the flex and shift of the muscles in the other man’s buttocks and legs, marveling at the power and energy displayed there. It never occurred to him to ask where they were going. For a moment, he didn’t even wonder if there was anyone else in the house. The fact he had seen or heard no one didn’t mean there wasn’t anybody there. Surely Peter had household staff, whether they were currently around or not. Then he hoped they would not run into anyone. He wasn’t used to parading around without a stitch on.