It wasn’t until late, close to bedtime, that he finally gave in to the insistent urge to go to Jared’s room, hoping for a final bit of quality time this last night. He slipped quietly out of the bunkhouse and headed across the grounds to the lodge, moving as soft-footed as his Native American ancestors.
He told himself he’d be cool about it and tell Jared he’d just wanted to check on things and be sure the Californian had been satisfied with his stay. Maybe arrange the time to start back to Las Cruces tomorrow. Nobody could find anything strange or out of the ordinary in that, could they?He didn’t explain to Spark and Casa, but then they didn’t ask.5