Otho closed the door behind them with a sigh. The scent of pine and gingerbread had his muscles unclenching. He had not been prepared to see Mason’s ex. Slimy bastard.
He rubbed his chest; not sure he could name the emotions swirling around in there. Was Mason using him to get back at his ex? Were they going to a New Year party together? Otho would love to, but perhaps Mason had thrown it in Joel’s face as punishment.
“I’m so sorry. That was so immature.” Mason dropped his bag on the floor and slouched his shoulders. “I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“You couldn’t have known he’d be there.” Or had he known? Otho rubbed his forehead.
“No, but still. I shouldn’t have said what I did. You work there and I said—oh, God. I’m so sorry. I’d hoped I’d never have to see him again.” Mason ti
