Chapter Eight
Arlin sat in his camp chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed. Holding a beer between his hands, he rested them on his stomach and simply stared out at the calm lake, wondering what his bride-to-be was doing right then when he should be having fun with his friends. The truth was, even though he believed Josh was right and Kyle was gone, there was still a niggling feeling that Eve’s ex somehow had played them all for fools.
“I don’t care what you say, the panther is faster,” Josh said with a shrug, drawing Arlin’s gaze to his circle of friends. “Are you trying to tell me your bear could outrun my animal?” He shook his head. “Not possible.”
“Please,” Wes said, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. “A regular bear can run 30 miles per hour, and w
