Mason was freezing by the time he ran up the plank steps at almost eight o’clock a couple of nights later. He hadn’t meant to be out that long. He’d walked up and down the harbor area and after deciding he didn’t want to cook or eat donuts for dinner, he wandered into a restaurant overlooking the water. Though he didn’t like eating by himself, the waiter had been cute.
And speaking of cute…his new neighbor, John, was so freaking hot. Damn, and his dog was adorable, too. In the grocery store, he’d been convinced John was straight when he flirted with the woman by the dairy case, but unless Mason was mistaken, and he didn’t think he was, John was trying very hard to cover up the fact he was hard when he was talking to Mason a couple nights ago.
Which begged the question. Was he bi-curious?
