Hunt and Pray Read Online Free

apartment was that they were supposed to be going on vacation together to work on their relationship.
    Jason walking in with another guy’s tongue down his throat was Drew’s first indication that he wasn’t interested in figuring things out.
    The genuine surprise on Jason’s face let Drew know that his boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—had totally forgotten the plans they’d made. His stumbling explanation of stopping for a drink after work and running into an old lover only made Drew feel worse.
    Jason tried to apologize, going on about how the guy had always been the “one who got away,” and he’d needed Drew to make him jealous. Drew had been devastated to learn he’d been used that way.
    As he thought about it now, he realized it was only his pride that had been hurt. He’d liked Jason well enough, but he was more embarrassed than heartbroken.
    So no, the few people who might have missed him weren’t expecting to speak to him. He’d told his family he was going away, and a few missed calls wouldn’t have them too worried even if he hadn’t mentioned it. Drew was always getting lost in his stories and sometimes would go a couple of weeks without any communication with them.
    He was supposed to be headed for a resort in the Dominican Republic today, and instead he was stuck in this fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of madmen.
    Drew Edwards, you have all the luck! All bad, that is.
    All he could do was wait and see what happened next.
    He slipped off the bed and walked over to the chair where the novels sat. One of them was a Stephen King novel he’d never had the chance to read, so he grabbed it and flopped back down on the bed.
    It didn’t take him long to become engrossed in the novel. Reading and writing were always his escape from reality, and this time was no different.
    There wasn’t anything he could do about his situation right now, and getting himself all worked up wasn’t going to make him feel any better.
    He’d read about half the book when the door opened again, and Chance entered. He had a gun in one hand pointed at Drew as he walked over to the bed and dropped two pills onto the covers with his other hand.
    “My dad wants you to take these. He says you’re probably sore from bouncing around tied up in the truck all day.”
    Drew looked down and saw they were just Advil, and seeing as how he felt like he’d been rode hard and put up wet, he grabbed them and swallowed them dry, grinning when Chance winced as he did.
    “Why does he care? As far as he’s concerned, I’m already dead.” Drew studied Chance curiously, noting a fresh bruise blossoming on his cheekbone. Drew gestured at it. “Did he do that to you?”
    Chance blushed and then glared at him. “None of your fucking business.” The words were harsh but didn’t have quite the bite they should have.
    “He needs to be able to say he’s being fair and giving you the best chance he can. And he wants you to be in the best shape possible so you can be the biggest challenge for me.” Chance laughed bitterly.
    “It’s fucking useless. I’m a trained killer, and you’re nothing but a….” He seemed to be searching for the right word.
    “Nothing but a faggot, right?” Drew spat it at him. He looked up at Chance “Yeah, you’re right. You’re going to kill me, and it probably won’t take very long. But it’s not because I’m gay. I’m going to die because you were trained by the Marines to hunt people, and I’m just a small-town guy whose only experience in the wilderness is all the camping I did with my dad.”
    Chance looked surprised at Drew’s outburst.
    Drew just sneered at him. “Yeah, I have a dad, you know. I wasn’t fucking hatched. And he and my mom and the rest of my family are going to drive themselves crazy looking for me.”
    Drew took a deep breath and flopped back on the bed. “Never mind. It’s not like it matters to you anyway, right?”
    Chance kept staring at him, not saying a