Chapter 5

“I’m not sleeping with you. I’m in a relationship.”

Otho forced his mouth shut as he once again turned to Mason. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Otho stared. He had a naked man in his bed, and he hadn’t had a naked man in his bed in a long, long time—not that it mattered. Mason was here because he’d almost died, not because he wanted to be in Otho’s bed.

He put on dry clothes and went through his closet for a pair of warm checked flannel pajama bottoms and a sweater for Mason. “Here.” He walked up to the bed and handed the clothes to Mason, but when he tried to hold onto them, they dropped from his hands.

“Why isn’t my body working?”

“Because you took a swim in the river.” Otho pulled the sweater over his head. “The ambulance should be here any second.”

“I fell through!” Mason began shaking more than before.

“You did. I tried calling you before the ice broke, but you didn’t hear me.”