Chapter 8

“I’ll be right back.” Noah headed back to his room. On his way upstairs, he took in more of his surroundings. Pictures hung on the walls. One was of two little boys, another of Mason with a woman, his arm around her. I must’ve misunderstood him last nightHe has a girlfriend, he can’t be gay.Noah’s thought moved to another one. One where Noah had been in a relationship trying to hide the fact that he liked men. He shut his mind down as he shut the door to his room. He dressed as fast as he could, blaming all of his rogue thoughts on his drinking the night before.

When Noah came back in the kitchen, he found Mason at the coffee maker, refilling his cup.

“You going to be up for this?” Noah asked.

“Absolutely. Just need a little more go-go juice. Then I’ll kick your ass.”

Noah shook his head“In your dreams, buddy. In your dreams.”

“What do you feel up to?” Mason asked. “There’s a lake up the block—the trail’s about five miles around. That’s where I run.”