Chapter 9It must have been Mason’s imagination, but Jack turned into a jittery mess while he’d ducked into the only bedroom in the house to put on the sweats. All he had done was walk in the kitchen and it was like Jack had become a blushing bride on her wedding day, shaking like a leaf and nervously fluttering around the room for something to keep him occupied. The stew smelled like heaven and the tea was that same one Jack had served him the first time he’d been here, though he had no idea what was in it.
He decided to focus Jack on him instead, in the least threatening way possible. “Hey Jack, can you finish the gator story for me?”
Jack nodded as he ducked his head and settled into a chair. His beautiful wheat blond hair cascaded down across his face, shadowed his eyes from Mason. If
