Chapter 20

He spotted Keir twice. Once along the river bank where he was chatting with an older man. Then Keir shook his head and the man took off with a disgruntled look on his face. The second time, Keir was sitting cross-legged, leaning against a tree trunk. Deciding it was time to play his role in this charade, Teague strolled over. Resting one hand against the tree, he waited until two guys came into view then said just loudly enough to be overheard, “You look cold and lonely.”

Keir snorted and said softly, “Is that the best you can do?”

“Go with it. I’m out of practice,” Teague murmured.

“I might be interested,” Keir said, raising his voice some. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“What it’s worth to you.”

By that time the men had passed them and disappeared around a curve in the path. Keir chuckled. “You aren’t a cruiser, are you?”