“I need to drive into Northfield to the grocery store. Do you want to come?” Otho looked at him over the rim of his coffee cup.
Mason tried to read the look. Was this his cue to leave? Probably. His heart began banging in his chest. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to be alone in his room at the resort. “I’ll come with you.” He didn’t dare look at Otho to see if it was okay. “I need some clothes, though.”
Otho’s face was set in a neutral expression. He should have said he’d go back to his room. Mason held his breath as he waited for Otho to give him another hint.
“You can borrow something…or we can go over to the resort or we can pick something up in Northfield. They don’t have many stores, but there are a few.”
Mason didn’t want to go back to the resort, what if Otho made him stay once they’d gone over there? But he had no money to buy new clothes. “Great.” He forced himself to smile.
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