Chapter 7
“Where is he?” He should’ve spent more of his gym time running because his voice came out all breathy, and that was not something he liked.
Both Tom and Tristan gave him condescending looks, not that he could tell in the dark, but that was the feeling he got.
“He’s in the car.” Tom shifted his weight.
Jason looked around. He couldn’t see a car. “And where is it?”
“I parked by the road, didn’t want to block the driveway.”
Didn’t want to block the driveway? Biscuit had been out in the cold for hours, and they’d left him all alone in a car because they didn’t want to block the driveway? Jason stood a little straighter and looked right at them. Damn lumberjacks
The rustle of Tom’s jacket told him he’d probably shrugged again, and he waited for the man to speak.
“If you’re ready, we can go.”
“Go?”
“Yeah…”
Was it uncertainty in Tom’s voice or was it reluctance?
“With Biscuit and Og, we figured—”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll stay with you instead.”