“There’s something different about you,” John said when Mason set his second beer on the bar in front of him Wednesday evening. “I thought I saw it last night but tonight? Yeah. You’re happy, for lack of a better word.”
Mason arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t I always?”
“No one is always. However in your case you generally seem to be. Now, though it’s more than your norm. Happy and calmer, if that makes sense.” John took a pull on his beer, nodding. “Would I be wrong thinking it’s got something to do with Cory, who smiles every time he looks at you? Which by the way is pretty damned often.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Mason replied, glancing at the younger man, who was talking with a pair of customers while clearing the table next to them.
John chortled. “I’ve heard about people whose eyes light up w
