Chapter 42

“Hey.” Wilbur had been on the bank. Patrick was in the water.

“Isn’t it cold?” I asked.

“Surprisingly tolerable, once the shock wears off.”

I noticed his shoes, socks, pants, the green Henley, and a pair of white boxer briefs on a rock to the side of me. “Your teeth are chattering,” I pointed out.

“Jefferson’s diary.” Patrick stood. He was naked, and the sight of him was stunning. A plethora of red hair covered his thick, muscular form. Every step he took toward me had something flexing, bulging, or swinging back and forth. His nipples had me believing the water was frigid. Other parts of his body made me wonder. “Want to come in?” Patrick held out his hand.

“What about Jefferson’s diary?” I asked instead of answering.

“Well, we have the campgrounds all to ourselves. The river bank in Chattanooga, on the other hand, will likely be pretty crowded.”

“Ah.”

“I wanted to experience what they did…Jefferson and Calvin.”

“Do it,” Jefferson said.