“These are the best breakfast potatoes I’ve ever eaten,” Mason announced to him a short while later after John had gone into the kitchen to fix breakfast. He’d set a plate of eggs, potatoes, and bacon in front of Mason a few minutes ago. “If you keep cooking for me I’m going to blow up.”
John set his own plate down at the table and sat beside Mason. “We could go for a run on the beach when we’re done here.”
Mason laughed. Then after a moment of staring at John, he said, “Oh, you were serious.”
“Yeah. I don’t run fast, of course. The bum leg pretty much wrecked my chances of ever winning the marathon. Before the leg injury I used to run all the time. Now it’s more of a jog and not very far before it bugs me too much.” He hated admitting he had any physical weaknesses. There wasn’t much h
