“Bitch.” He took a glass and poured her some wine from the pantry, but he couldn’t help but grin when he placed it in front of her.
“I have a working sense of smell, you know.”
“I know that.”
“You’re going to pretend this whole place doesn’t smell of sex.” And there the bathroom door opened.
“Yup.”
She snorted and took a sip of wine. “As long as you know what you’re doing.”
Otho didn’t have a f*****g clue what he was doing, but he hoped Mason wouldn’t be running back to the resort before he’d at least had the chance to talk to him.
* * * *
Mason woke slowly, stretched, and breathed in the most wonderful scent—pine and Otho. He looked around the bedroom in the dim light from the strand of tiny light bulbs shining in the window.
Last night had been a bit awkward, or more than a bit.
