Chapter 3
John and Mandy stopped just a few feet from Mason’s place the next morning shortly after eight. The morning had dawned cool but was sunny and clear. He suspected the blond wouldn’t be up yet.
He had to admit the younger man was fascinating. Beautiful, definitely, but there was something below the surface, an almost innocence he couldn’t quite figure out.
And so now he was staring at the outside of his rented house. Pathetic. He turned to make his way up to the street with Mandy when the glass door opened and Mason walked outside. He was dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a long-sleeved white pullover. His shoulder length blond hair appeared damp and freshly shampooed.
Mason noticed John and his dog almost immediately. He smiled somewhat tentatively. “Good morning.”
“Good mor
