Chapter 8
Stop asking him what he’s thinking, Alex scolded himself. This was a fling, a favor. It didn’t matter what Damian was thinking.
But Damian was his best friend, so wasn’t it right to check on the man’s mood, rather than acting like he didn’t care?
There was no winning on this question. Alex picked up the backpack after Damian stuffed the towel back into it. He swung it onto his own shoulders. “I’ll carry it a while.”
Damian answered with merely a brief smile, then went back to picking moss off his shorts.
Alex led the way back to the trail. Pausing on the packed dirt, he looked off in the direction they’d been headed.
“Are you still interested in seeing that view?” he asked.
“Oh. I don’t know. I’m a little tired now.” Damian added a shy, short laugh. “Plus there’s that pape
