Chapter 37
Maybe there could be more. Maybe this experience didn’t have to just be some random encounter after all. Mason licked suddenly dry lips, drew a long sip from one of the bottles, and wiped the middle of his brow with the cuff of his sleeve. Then he dropped his hand to tug at the knot of his tie with two clawed fingers. He stepped alongside Jack and handed him the other beer. He kept his voice low and his tone calm. “We can go. If you want. I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Jack plucked the bottle out of Mason’s fist and caught Mason’s eyes.
Your life, Mason answered in silence. The fears you keep in check with your smugness. The fact you are where you are because you actually think you belong there.
“Misunderstanding.”