A slow smile grew on his lips and Mason did nothing to hide it. “I’ll tell you what, Joel. I’ll go grab my things. I’m moving in with Otho here—” He raised their hands, “—so you can take the room. Perhaps you can cancel the stay and get a refund.”
“Moving in?” Joel glanced at Otho again and Mason almost burst out laughing when Otho raised an eyebrow at him.
“Never thought you’d go for the lumberjacks, Mase.” Joel straightened his jacket while glaring at Otho. Mason looked at Otho too—the beard, worn jeans, and plaid shirt did make him look like a lumberjack. It also made Mason want to tear his clothes off and run his hands all over his body.
“You didn’t?” Mason made a shocked sound. “All that…wood, it’s so hot, and the way he bends me over…” He moaned but didn’t dare look at Otho as he said it. “Oh, and Joel, we’re going to Mom’s New Year party, so don’t bother coming there to harass my family. They never liked you anyway.”