Chapter 5

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The horror on Chase’s face hit Rich like a punch to the stomach. What it must look like—the table, the knife, all of it—to someone who wouldn’t know the difference. Damn, but he was an idiot sometimes. Closing his eyes for a quick plea of luck, Rich jumped to his feet and started after Chase, crashing carelessly through the trees, following the imprints of small, bare feet in the dark earth.

Chase could easily become hopelessly lost in the forest surrounding the cabin. The guy screamed city boy, from his glossy black hair to his beautiful feet. Rich would find him, calm him down, and hopefully be able to explain the difference between spirituality and crazy people. If, afterward, Chase wanted to leave, Rich would take him to the nearest town.

“Chase! Stop!” His voice carried easily, but Chase wasn’t slowing. “Please!”