Chapter 61

Mason took a deep breath and peered at Noah. “Now how about we discuss what happened with you last night.”

Noah’s back tensed, and his skin heated. He couldn’t do this—not now—maybe not ever. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” Noah confirmed.

“Come on. We need to talk about what set you off last night. And don’t tell me the bartender suggesting you go home caused your anger.” Mason’s gruff voice said he wouldn’t take anything but the truth.

“I said I don’t want to talk right now.” Noah said, his voice unwavering. “Think I’m going to call the airline and see about heading out today.”

Mason stood up. “Running away again?”

“Fuck you.”

Mason pushed his chair in and strode over to the counter. “That’s your problem, isn’t it?”

Noah’s hands fisted. He needed to get out of there before he said something he’d regret.

“What’s the matter? You scared of the truth? That’s what set you off last night isn’t it? Thinking about us. Thinking about what would happen when you came back here?”