“Now?” Mason glanced at the clock and saw the time wasn’t a problem, but he needed to come up with a way to tell Noah the small arms fire in his stomach was. Why the hell was he so nervous? Because this might be a dream come true. Not only the job, but also working with Noah. Although, Mason wasn’t sure how he’d handle working with Noah if he and Noah went back to being just friends. Of course, he’d respect Noah’s wishes if that’s what he wanted, but it would be hard, seeing the man and not being able to touch him, or worse yet, seeing someone else touching him. f**k. He needed to rid himself of that thought. Quick.
Noah touched Mason’s face, before Mason realized Noah had moved.
“What’s the matter?” Noah asked. “You look like you’ve just eaten a chicken a la king gone off.”
“Sorry. My
