Brent: What were you thinking?
Evan: Do you like hiking?
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“I’m almost there,”Brent told Jess through his truck’s Bluetooth as he navigated his truck down the bumpy dirt road. “This place is in the middle of nowhere.”
Technically, it was actually in the middle of the Brent/Jess and Evan/Highway 402 triangle, but middle of nowhere had a better ring to it. Evan had promised that exactly an hour and a quarter from Brent’s apartment from one direction and the same distance form Wardham in the other direction was a quiet hiking paradise they would have all to themselves.
A hike all to themselves sounded like something straight out of Brent’s X-rated fantasies. Like it might end with him getting on his knees.
It wasn’t going to go like that, though. He didn’t even want it to, but he liked the fantasy of it.
“Are you nervous?”
He blushed at her question, even though he was alone in his truck and she couldn’t see him. “Yeah, sure. The last two times we saw each other, it was pretty tense.”
“He likes you.”
“I’m not entirely sure that’s true, babe. He said we have chemistry. But he also growls and snarls at me at every opportunity.”
She laughed. “I like it when he growls and snarls, though.”
That was hotter than it should be.Says who?He reframed the thought in his head, and then out loud. “I like it that you like that. That’s hot.”
“Is it?” Jesus, she sounded so excited. “Good. Call me on your way home. Or you way to his place.”
He shifted in his seat, his cock thickening despite his nerves. “I’m not going back to his place. This is a first date, if you want to call it that, and I’m a traditional boy.”
“You are, and I like that about you. But still. If you wanted to.”
“I want to turn this truck around and come find you, that’s what I want to do.”
“But you also want to go hiking with Evan,” she said huskily.
He did. He really did. “I’m almost there.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”I love you.
His GPS warned him of a turn in a hundred metres, and then he saw Evan, leaning against the back of a dark blue BMW, wearing black running shorts and a tight grey t-shirt.
Of course he drove a Beamer. Where had that thing been when they’d moved Jess into her house? He parked his truck two spots over from the sports car, careful not to spray it with gravel. Then he grabbed his water bottle and hopped out.
Evan didn’t move. He watched Brent from behind mirrored aviators.
“Made it,” Brent said. “This is hidden.”
It was technically part of a provincial park system, but there had been no signage.
Evan nodded. “Welcome to the best kept hiking secret in the area.”
“Should I be honoured that you shared it with me?”
Evan laughed. “Damn straight.” He stood up and approached, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. “Glad you could make it.”
“I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the invitation.”
