Chapter 50

Only minutes had passed when Mason moved over to the island in the center of the room, and hung the last pot. “Perfect. Thanks for helping.”

“My pleasure.” Noah held back a yawn. With his stomach full and his body relaxed, a nap sounded tempting. But something about Mason told Noah that Mason would rather be alone with what he needed to do. So instead of heading to his room, and to avoid getting in Mason’s way, Noah said, “I should head out.”

“Yeah. I guess.” With the way Mason spoke, it was almost as if he didn’t want Noah to go—or maybe Noah read too much into it, thrusting his own feelings onto Mason.

“To the garage?” Any hesitation Noah thought he heard disappeared from Mason’s voice.

“Yes, sir.” The reality of Noah riding Mason’s bike revved Noah up enough to chase away any more urge to nap.

Both men walked out the front door, each taking a deep breath. The air had a bite, but the sun’s strong rays kept the chill from being bitter.