Chapter 7Martin
They shared Martin’s sandwiches while perched on a grassy bank beside the stream at the head of the lake. It was early for lunch, but absolutely not too early for coffee, particularly as he was getting fed up carrying the heavy thermos. It was a warm early summer’s day by eleven and it was nice to sprawl out under the trees in the shade.
“I didn’t think it was going to be this hot,” Martin commented as he offered Gethin one of the cups from the thermos.
“It’s a beautiful day,” Gethin agreed. He’d stripped off his hoodie and was laid back on one elbow in the grass, his my other body goes to the gym T-shirt loose across his chest, jeans-clad legs sprawled loose and relaxed.
He might not go to the gym, but he definitely did some sort of exercise, Martin thought, eyeing his
