Chapter 8
“This place looks mighty familiar.” Donovan passed by an old, over-hanging tree with a definite twist to the trunk, near the edge of a long gravel drive. He slowed, double checked the address on the piece of paper, then turned at the next right. A green sign with white lettering proclaimed the tiny dirt road as Grizzly Pass.
Donovan quickly put two and two together. “No wonder he caught me hiking. I was in his backyard.” With an amused shake of his head, he eased his Mustang down the trail, bouncing despite the slow speed due to the numerous potholes. “Geez. Least the guy could do is fill those up. It’s like he’s trying to run visitors off.”
He considered his words and found them to be true. Everything he knew about TJ was that the guy liked his privacy and being alone. The le
