Chapter 11
Noah held tight onto Mason’s hand and headed toward the airport exit. Once again, he’d need to leave his luggage behind to be picked up in Seattle when he returned.
The farther they walked, the slower Mason moved. The adrenaline that had kept Mason standing and ready to fight finally wore off, and now the effects of the alcohol took its place. Great. Just great. Noah realized rather quickly that pulling Mason behind him wasn’t going to work. Mason needed to lean on Noah, or he’d end up in a heap on the ground in the middle of the airport. Mason was that drunk. And that fact led to Noah’s next possible problem.
“Mason, do you have any idea where you parked?”
Mason closed his eyes and remained quiet. When he finally said, “Yep,” Noah released the breath he’d held.
“Where?”
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