It was only a thirty-minute drive but Jack had made it seem like they’d decided to drive back to the city again. “So far away,” he’d moaned dramatically. “Where in the hell are we anyway?”
“Bancroft. It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“It’s tiny. Oh, hey!” Grumpy became interested immediately. “There’s a Mickey Dee’s!”
Mason scowled. “First off, you do realize that if you actually ate something half decent you wouldn’t be so starving all the time. And secondly, I didn’t ask you to get dressed up to go get fast food. Besides, I thought you didn’t eat carbs.”
“I make an exception for their fries.” Jack followed the word with a lengthy, purred mmm.
Jack had been impressed, Mason was sure of it, with the ensemble that Mason had stepped out of his room in. The clothing wasn’t overtly fancy, but it wa
