Noah wasn’t sure how long they’d been there, but he could have stayed another couple of hours if they didn’t have to eat. Or if they hadn’t left the motorcycle in the parking lot at the Men’s Warehouse. It’d been a good day. A really good day.
Mason stayed inside, talking to the owner, as Noah wandered about outside, looking around and watching other people take out their targets. The place was quieter than Noah would’ve expected, seeing what they had to offer. But that was perfect for what Mason and he had done: moving from one range to the next, playing with all of Mason’s toys.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Mason was right in Noah’s ear, and Noah hadn’t heard Mason come up to him.
He was too comfortable in his surroundings. Not a good thing. He’d make sure that didn’t happen again.
“Yeah.
