Chapter 66

An awkward silence filled the air, and for the life of him, Noah couldn’t break it. Instead of speaking up, Noah sat there, still stunned by the information. His mind raced a mile a minute, and his mouth was too confused by those thoughts.

By the time they pulled into Mason’s driveway, Noah’s erratic thought process and irrational fears had him feeling physically ill—the quiver in his stomach, his twitchy muscles, and his heart palpitations all made for the longest ride of his life.

When Noah didn’t go to open his door right away, Mason asked, “You’re coming in, right?”

Noah hated hearing the hurt and pain in Mason’s voice. “Yeah.”

Mason nodded, closed the door, and walked toward the house. His body was slack, his face lacked a smile, and Noah was to blame.