When he pulled into Greg’s driveway, and his lover got into the car, Nick said with a grin, trying to keep things lighter than he felt, “I gather you’re not planning on freezing to death.” A logical statement as Greg was wearing a sweatshirt and pants, and was carrying a lightweight jacket.
“It’s fall, it’s chilly down here. I figured it could be worse up there.” He leaned over to kiss Nick, then said, “You’re hardly one to talk.” The truth since Nick was similarly dressed.
“I checked the weather,” Nick replied as he backed out of the driveway onto the street. “It’s supposed to be sunny and in the mid-forties by noon. Perfect for running.”
Greg snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
A while later Nick was parking in the pull-off at the bottom of the trail. His was the only car there
