Chapter 16

Mason slipped the phone up to his face and jogged up the grass towards the deck. “Hey.”

With a glance back at Jack unfolding himself from the chair and realigning clothing, Mason tucked through the sliding doors and into the cottage.

“So?” Greg’s voice was surprisingly loud and Mason flinched at it. “How was it?”

Mason frowned at his own image, reflecting back at him from the glass door. “Did we not just have a conversation a few hours ago wherein you begged me not to discuss that?”

“Yes,” Greg said. “But then I began to question your moral and mental health and figured I should probably call you back in case you’re having a breakdown in a corner somewhere.”

Greg’s chuckle should have been infuriating but Mason found himself smiling along with it. “Nah. I prefer a nice dark closet somewhere. Reminds me of my youth.”

“You used to hide in dark closets when you were a kid?”

Mason sighed. “No. That was my attempt at a joke, dumb ass.”

“I don’t get it.”