Chapter 65

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Noah moved around Mason, then turned back avoiding Mason’s expression. “This discussion is over. If you want to hike, let’s hike.”

Mason got up and kept his trap shut. Noah fought himself not to turn around and bolt. What the fuck was he sticking around for? This was bullshit. Mason was bullshit.

For the next hour, Noah couldn’t think straight. His saving grace was he could hike from muscle memory—it took nothing from his brain, only from his body. The harder they hiked, the better Noah felt. He couldn’t believe the shit Mason spewed. Did Mason really believe half of what he was saying? Or did he just say it for effect? Well, Noah wasn’t going to find out. He planned to leave tonight. It was the only thought that took purchase in his head. It was the thought that would get him through the rest of the day.