Chapter 9

“You’re thinking I shouldn’t be drinking this beer, huh?”

“I don’t know.”

He sighed. “Well, I figure having a beer once in a while isn’t going to send me running back to crystal meth. What do you think?”

“You’re probably right.”

His chest loosened just a little, making him realize how stiff and tight he’d been when the conversation began. “So, uh, do you want me to leave?”

That had John turning back from stirring the chili. “No. Why?”

“Some people don’t do well with addicts.” He shrugged. “Some people I thought, maybe, were my friends, well, they want nothing to do with me now.”

“Were they friends or drug buddies?”

Mason winced but answered. “Drug buddies, probably.”

“Yeah, I can see if you’re trying to be clean why they wouldn’t want anything to do with you. Not your friends to begin with.”

“True.” He smiled a little.

John returned his smile, which made a chink of ice melt off his heart.

“Time for dinner,” John announced.