Chapter 16: Boyfriends and Wood AnemonesJohn stared after Zachary as he walked away from him. A month ago, he never would’ve opened the door for someone, much less followed them into the woods. Zachary could’ve done anything to him out here, and no one would have heard or seen them. But he hadn’t. Instead, John had done something. He didn’t know what, but he’d done something insulting. It wouldn’t be the first time John had been handed a drink only to find out too late he’d been drugged. Caution was good, wasn’t it? If that were true, why did he feel like s**t?
He trudged back through the forest, feeling small as he weaved between the tall trees. What should he do with the forest? Maybe he should offer to sell it to Zachary. All he wanted was the cabin.
When he got back, he sat on the st
