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teaching him how to run the snowmobile, he flinched away.
    Jørgen didn't mention it, but he was surprised by how much it hurt. He had thought Frey had become more comfortable around him after their horseback riding trip, but apparently three weeks apart had caused him to retreat back into his scared old self. Jørgen hoped he could draw him out easily enough this time. He did not like that Frey seemed so afraid of everything, especially of him.
    Once Frey had got the hang of the snowmobile, they were off from Longyearbyen.
    Svalbard was still in winter and it was freezing outside, but Jørgen enjoyed feeling the cold wind against his face anyway. He loved driving a snowmobile over the snow-covered tundra, loved the adrenaline it gave him. He didn't go as fast as he usually did, because Frey was not as used to it as he was, but it was fast enough.
    It had only been a couple of hours when they reached Barentsburg. Jørgen smiled to himself as he watched Frey climb off the snowmobile, his body clearly stiff after sitting for so long.
    "You hungry?" Jørgen asked. "We can go eat at the hotel here." He had parked outside it on purpose.
    Frey nodded and followed him inside, looking around curiously.
    Barentsburg was not big. Only about four hundred Russians resided there compared to Longyearbyen's over two thousand. The buildings around them were sturdy, but the colours were duller than in Longyearbyen. While Longyearbyen consisted of houses in a blur of different colours in red, yellow, blue and green, all the houses here were brown.
    "Jørgen!" someone called behind him and Jørgen turned around to see Radimir Kaminski coming towards him.
    "Hey, mate." Jørgen switched over to English—Radimir had never learned Norwegian, and Jørgen had certainly never learned any Russian. They shook hands and moved into a one-armed hug. Radimir was taller than him and buffer, with short blond hair and brown eyes. Jørgen remembered several late nights in bed with the man. They'd hooked up once in a while, when Radimir was in Longyearbyen, before Frey's arrival in the settlement.
    Jonathan had just been a fuck-buddy; everything between them had been sex. He'd never even kissed him, because if there was one thing about Jonathan it was that he did not kiss. With Radimir there had been more between them for a while. They'd had a very good time together, but Radimir had never been able to forget another man he'd been in love with for a very long time, and now Jørgen had met Frey.
    "How're you doing?" Jørgen asked, smiling. They were still good friends, even if they didn't have sex anymore. Radimir was a good bloke. It wasn't his fault he couldn't get over the other man. At least he had tried and they'd had good times together.
    "I'm doing great!" Radimir grinned. "Have a few mates from Russia visiting. Three of them are out racing with the snowmobiles right now though. Only Lesya is in town."
    Jørgen knew that nickname and he raised his brows in question. Radimir shrugged his shoulders lightly, but Jørgen wasn't fooled.
    "You're an idiot," Jørgen murmured.
    A wry smile appeared on Radimir's face. "Don't I know it."
    Radimir looked over at Frey, who had been standing silently behind Jørgen all the time.
    "What're you two up to?" Radimir asked, but Jørgen knew that that wasn't the question he really wanted to ask.
    "I'm showing Frey around Svalbard, and after we've eaten we're headed towards Van Mijenfjord and the Fridtjov glacier."
    "Excellent trip." Radimir nodded. "Have fun." He smiled, then brushed past them and was gone.
    Jørgen smiled tentatively at Frey as they sat down at an empty table. "Radimir's a friend of mine." He had been more than that, but Jørgen wasn't sure how to tell Frey that, so he kept quiet. He didn't want to lie, but what had been between him and Radimir was over. And besides, Frey and he probably didn't have anything except perhaps a tentative friendship forming, so it wasn't like he was keeping valid