“You want to go to him?” Otho’s face was a blank mask.
“Yes, let’s talk to him before he makes a scene.”
Otho began letting go of his hand, but Mason wouldn’t let him, he tightened his grip and pulled Otho along. “Joel.” He smiled, it was most likely an insane-looking smile, but he didn’t care.
“Mason, honey.” Joel’s gaze skidded to Otho and, for a second, there was surprise on his face. “Who’s this?”
“What are you doing here?” Mason tried not to sound annoyed, but why did he have to come here and ruin Christmas?
“I’ve called and called, but I only get voicemail.”
The phone hadn’t survived the dip in the river. Mason realized he should probably call home in case his mom was trying to reach him too. It was Christmas, so of course she’d call.
Joel softened his eyes, something that wou
