Chapter 31 Denial
Are you busy?
Mason frowned at his phone, his thumb hovering over the “send” button. It was just a question, right? Not a big deal. He was just keeping in touch. Boyfriends do that.
He cleared the screen and typed another message.
Did you eat?
A chewed-up tennis ball dropped on the table beside him. He turned to see Duke, his Dalmatian’s face turned up at him expectantly.
He grinned. After switching his phone to his left hand, he picked up the ball with his right. He tossed it in a wide arc several feet away on the green grass of the yard. Duke gave a short bark and bounded after it. It was evening, but the wide expanse of lawn at the back of the house was brightly lit as was the open stone terrace where Mason sat alone. His other Dalmatian Prince was running toward
