Chapter 83

“What?” Mason asked.

Noah quickly recovered. “Guess we’re not heading to the shooting range.”

“Yeah. I’ll be quick. Just have to pick something up.”

“All right.” Noah checked the underside of the meat. “So what time do you want to head out?”

“Huh?”

Noah peered at Mason as he pointed toward the new plate Mason had brought out with the sodas. “Want to head out right after we eat?” Noah asked.

“No.”

The word came out harsh, startling Noah.

Before Noah asked Mason what he meant, Mason grabbed the plate from Noah. “Let me run in and slice this.”