Jordan asked, and chose to disregard the way Derek ignored him. He was several steps behind with a flashlight clutched in his hand as he trudged over sticks and branches and headed directly down a path straight to… Huh, how fitting. Hell. Under no other circumstance would he ever be hiking through the beach scrub at eight thirty at night. Hell. No. This was not his idea of a fun time. It was actually, pretty much, his worst nightmare. Not that he would ever tell Derek that. When they’d talked on the phone earlier, Derek had said he was going to camp overnight at a place he used to go as a boy, and then—shit, was that a spider web?—they’d ended up there. “How you doing back there?” Derek asked, and he sounded way too pleased with himself to fool Jordan into thinking he was concerned for his well-being. “I’m fine,” Jordan said between his teeth, and heard the faint sound of a snort. If this were any other time, the flashlight in his hand would seem like a fabulous way to teach Derek a lesson when he lobbed it at the back of his head.
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