Otho tried not to grin at Mason as he pulled at the dark blue sweats. “I can’t go into a city dressed like this.”
“Northfield isn’t a city, it’s more like a town a little bigger than this. No one will care.”
“No.” He sighed. “Let’s just go to the resort.” The gaze he sent Otho was pleading, but he didn’t think it was a plea to go to the resort.
“Mason.” He reached for his hand. “No one will care.” And Otho enjoyed seeing him in his clothes.
“I don’t want to look like a slob.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t want to go to the resort.”
“Okay.”
Mason made a frustrated sound. “You’ll be embarrassed walking next to me.”
Otho frowned. Were they still talking about clothes? “Do you want me to head over to the resort and get you some clothes?”
Mason shook his head, looking ready to burst into tears. Wh
