She put a jaunty cap on her head, a chauffeur’s cap like the one she’d seen Sid wearing that first day, only white, with a peace sign made out of blue glitter. She’d found it on the back of an easy chair in one of the party rooms, probably left behind by one of Gus’s guests. She figured it was fair game. They’d borrowed her soul mate, or tried to. She would borrow their hat. Fair was fair. Her sunglasses were white, too, oversize, with rhinestones on the outer edges. Demetrius was wearing khaki cargo shorts with numerous pockets and a white T-shirt that fit too loosely for her taste. She’d always loved his body, especially his chest and shoulders. And his back. So broad and strong. And his belly, rippling with muscle and tempting her to run her fingers over it. She thought, if she had her preference, the man would never wear any shirt at all. He had a small backpack, but she didn’t know what was inside until they were halfway up the trail and he said, “Stop.”
