Mason’s cheerful voice carried to him easily. “Nope. I’m all yours.”
His head snapped up and whipped right, gaze colliding with Mason’s grin again. It hadn’t changed one centimeter. There seemed to be an extra layer of something to Mason’s eyes though. Playfulness, maybe? Jack was so bad at this kind of interaction. “Okay, but this’ll be boring.”
The sheriff stepped around from the passenger side of the truck and leaned against the fender, waiting for Jack to move if he had to guess. Made sense. Mason had no idea what they were doing here, what to look for. Jack glanced both ways down the road before he crossed it, over to the calamus bush that set a few feet back from the gravel side. A little pile of stones peeked out from under the greenery, the plant had grown since the last time Jac
