Chapter 7

They moved on to the kitchen, and Mason turned on the light. Noah stood still, blown away. The house from the outside appeared rather small, but this room alone told a different story. The room was huge and painted in what Noah thought of as a tomato red. The white cabinets hung over a bluish-gray countertop. Above the center island hung a pot rack holding what seemed like enough pots to cook a feast for twenty. This was definitely a kitchen of someone who liked to cook. Another aspect of Mason that Noah wouldn’t have picked up on knowing just hours ago.

Mason strode over toward the refrigerator. “You ready for a Guinness?”

“Actually, I think I’ll pass. Feeling a little tired.” Or maybe just a little tense about answering any more questions.

Mason looked at the clock. “Shit. Didn’t realize it was that late. Let’s get you set up for the night.” Mason moved past Noah and back into the hall. Noah followed.