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between himself and the
others, he tore his gaze away from Gabe’s.
    “Uriah, you don’t need to leave. I’m not going to…you and
your wife were—“
    “She’s not my goddamn wife,” he interrupted. Self-loathing
poured through him. What the fuck did I just do? Oh Jesus. He thought he
might be sick. He stood, slipped his feet into his flip-flops, and stumbled to
the door.
    “She’s my brother’s wife. His widow. And I killed him.” Then
Uriah walked into the night.

 
    Chapter Five
    You had to hike early in the day or late into the evening to
stay alive when hiking in the Grand Canyon in the summer. So Gabe had tucked
himself into a small patch of shade near the canyon wall and dozed while he
waited for the bitch to burn herself out. She’d be back tomorrow, but he wasn’t
worried. He was bone tired and the heat of the day pressing down was
oppressive, close to one hundred and twenty-five degrees, but he wasn’t far
from his destination. Another two or three hours of hiking, at most. He’d
pressed hard and turned his planned two-day hike into one long-assed day. He
wanted to put as much distance between himself and other people as possible. He
would wait until the evening shadows from the canyon walls covered more of the
trail. Meanwhile he would eat and replenish his body’s fuel.
    He shifted his pack and moaned at the stiff muscles in his
legs and back. The combination of long hike, late night sex, and too little
sleep the night before had him wincing and downing four ibuprofen with his
water. That had been some sex. Not that he’d gotten to do everything he wanted
to, but there was something so fucking hot about watching two beautiful people
make love. Still…he’d have liked to bend the goddamned sexy Uriah over and tap
that fine ass. Especially if he could be balls deep while Uriah’s heavy cock
filled Diane. He could just imagine her long, lovely legs wrapped around the
two of them, her low, sultry voice whispering a sweet fuck-me .
    Shit. It was time to start walking before he had to
whack himself off just thinking about the two of them. Gabe lifted his pack,
shifted it around until it was as comfortable as it was going to get on his
tender shoulders, and started out. He allowed himself to wonder where the other
two were. He knew they had backcountry permits, but not where they were hiking.
He’d planned to ask them, but when he heard them whispering in the dark this
morning, he’d remained quiet.
    “Diane, get up. We need to go.”
    “Time is it?” she’d mumbled.
    “Two-thirty. Let’s go.”
    Gabe had opened his mouth to speak when Uriah’s next
words stopped him.
    “The packs are already outside. I want to get out of here
before Gabe wakes up. I don’t want to see him. I can’t—”
    Uriah’s whispered voice had hidden any trace of emotion, but
his words cut.
    “Jesus Diane. I’m sorry. I fucked up again. I’m
sorry…sorry. I’ll be…I’ll wait outside.”
    The door had closed quietly then, as Uriah stepped into the
dark. Gabe had remained silent, unmoving in the dark, and listened to the
rustles as Diane finished dressing. When the door snicked closed behind her,
Gabe felt as alone as he’d ever been.
    Now, he took a long drink, then readjusted his straps and
lengthened his stride. To hell with slow and easy in the heat. He suddenly just
wanted to be at his base camp. He pushed all thoughts about the sexy duo from
his mind, and focused on the vast expanse of the canyon. Nothing quite like
being alone in the bottom of a ten-mile wide, one-mile deep, and two hundred
seventy-seven mile long canyon to make a man realize that his hurt pride was
pretty damn insignificant in the overall scheme of the world.
    Two hours and many checks of his GPS later, Gabe was within
a quarter mile of his destination. He navigated a little more to the southeast,
his mind filled with nothing more complex than moving one foot in front of the
other. He let the pounding rhythm of the Colorado River