“This is where you’ll be staying,” Mason says, glancing between Drake and me. “I can arrange separate rooms if you’d prefer.”
I hesitate for a moment, glancing at Drake before speaking. “I don’t mind sharing, if that’s okay with you,” I say, my voice steady but with a hint of shyness.
Drake, who is standing silently with his arms crossed, nods his head. “It’s fine with me.”
Mason arches an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. “Well, look at that. Drake’s mellowing out.”
“Don’t push it, Mason,” Drake says, though his tone lacks any real bite.
Grace, who is leaning against the door frame, smirks. “This trip is already full of surprises.”
Mason laughs, stepping back into the hallway. “Settle in and get comfortable. My uncle should be here shortly. I’ll come find you when he’s ready to m
