Chapter 9

When they made it back to the truck, Mason opened the door and grabbed each of them a water

“Thanks.” Noah downed the bottle in a few gulps.

“Want another?” Mason held a second bottle for Noah.

Noah reached out and took the drink. “Thanks.”

In the car, Noah checked his phone. There weren’t any missed calls.

By the time they got back to the house it was 6:30 A.M. Perfect

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Both men shuffled into the house. Mason stopped and threw his keys in a bowl. “Why don’t you jump in the shower first?”

Noah glanced at Mason. “Thanks.”

Mason walked Noah to the bathroom and grabbed him a towel. “Here you go. What about clothes?”

“I’m all right with what I wore last night. The flight’s only an hour, then I’ll have my duffle.”

“Okay. Enjoy.” Mason ambled back downstairs and grabbed his phone to check in with the airport. He picked it up to inspect the charge and was surprised to see he had ten missed calls and twenty text messages. Did I miss my new flight?