Our roles were reversed this time.
Cross was the one sitting on my hill, and he looked up at my approach. He had a ball cap on, pulled low, but I still saw his eyes. They were guarded again. I glanced back over my shoulder before either of us said a word.
The hill was only accessible by breaking off from a small walking path a couple hundred yards back. Behind me was covered with trees, and beyond that was the path and a gravel road where we had both parked.
Before I’d pulled onto the gravel road, I’d paused to notice a new construction sign in the field behind our hill.
“Hey.” He sat up, resting his arms on his knees. “You see the sign back there?”
I clenched my jaw as I sat. “I should’ve brought alcohol.”
He laughed and reached to his other side, pulling out a whiskey bottle. He se
