Chapter 7
“I’m having the best time,” Mason said, leaning over the railing of the elephant seal sanctuary, looking below at the animals lazing on the wet sand. One or two of them splashed in the waves, but most slept, occasionally their flippers flinging sand onto their backs.
John leaned in close to him, their arms brushing. “Me, too. It’s been a perfect day.”
“Did you see that freaking kitchen?” Mason shook his head. “That dude had way too much money.”
He smiled. They’d chosen tour number two of the choices given them which had included the kitchen, pantry, a bedroom suite, and library. And, of course, the enormous pools. All of the tours included the pools. John had been on all the tours, having lived nearby all his life. Mason had been talking about the kitchen ever since they’d le
