Chapter 4
Sunday afternoon
“This is…small.” Jack looked at the car, back at the cottage, and at the car again, as if assessing the difference between the two.
“There are two of us. How much space do we need?”
It was small, but it was one of the nicest properties Mason had found along the way and he came back to it whenever he could. There were only six rooms in the entire cottage, three up and three down, but it was warm and cozy, and almost nothing but light pine and unassuming country blues.
“There are two beds, right? I told you that I—”
“Yes,” Mason confirmed before the possibility of another lecture imposed itself. “Two completely separate bedrooms.”
“Inside bathrooms?” Jack stopped and stared in sudden horror. “Please tell me there is an indoor bathroom.”
Mason laughed. “Also
