Chapter 92

Right at that moment, Noah was grateful Linda had been one of the people charged with taking care of Mason.

“He’s right in here.”

“Thank you.” Without thinking, Noah pulled Linda into a hug. “Thank you for everything.”

Linda wore a huge smile when she pulled back. “Tell him when he wakes up, he needs to get well soon. You’re too good a catch to leave out in the world alone.”

Noah walked into the curtained area and a bout of nausea hit him. With his first sight of Mason, the sensation intensified. Mason lay in the bed, his complexion pale. Someone had cleaned some of the blood off his face, and a bandage hid his wound.

It was hard to distinguish whether he lay asleep or still unconscious. Noah’s belief it was the latter had his chest constricting. Noah moved over to the bed, his pace slow. Mason appeared fragile, and Noah was afraid if he moved too close, he might actually break the man.