Chapter 15

Thankfully, Rusty didn’t persist, pointedly changing the subject. “Do you stay overnight in these huts often?”

“This is my first time,” Nate admitted. “I’ve done some tramping with friends, but usually I just drive to the forest park, find a quiet spot and sketch, then head back home.”

“I didn’t see any of those sketches on your wall, or I don’t think I did. Are you planning to sketch while we’re there?”

“I don’t usually sketch with people watching.” Nate had packed his pencils and a pad, but he knew if he pulled them out, he’d want to sketch Rusty, and he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He had no desire to deepen a friendship that couldn’t last.

“Why not?” Rusty asked softly.