Chapter 17
There was a copse at the top of Hinckley Ridge. It was closer to Hinckley than Little Hinckley, and two miles from Wheatley, but Shane didn’t stop until he ducked into the close, tight shelter of the trees. Even in here it was cold, but the earth was damp and vaguely cool—rather than simply cold—under his feet.
This copse was his and Luke’s, really. When he’d first moved to Wheatley, Rebecca had attached herself to him with a startling speed, maybe recognising some other soul with secrets, but Luke had—at first—kept his distance. Shane had thought that maybe he didn’t like another boy muscling in on the girls. Luke was camp and wanted his girlfriends not to be spending time with another boy, that was all Shane had put it down to. Weird gay boyfriend jealousy thing, maybe.
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