Chapter 4

“If you’d only talked to me about what’s going on with you,” he murmured disconsolately. But that apparently had not been an option as far as Devin was concerned. Instead he had seemed, in his own way, to have done all he could to push Gary away.

With a sigh Gary picked up the shampoo and lathered his hair. When he rinsed the soap out he frowned. The water that ran down the drain had a slightly red tinge to it. He felt his scalp to see if he’d cut it somehow, perhaps on a sharp rock while he’d slept on the riverbank. He winced when his fingers touched a sore spot. Guess I did. He ran his hand over a bruise he’d discovered on his upper arm as well. Next time, no dozing off,he admonished himself. Those stones play hell when you sleep on them.