Mason stayed locked in his office when the front door slammed. Noah had left. Good. The last thing Mason wanted to do right then was deal with Noah and his s**t mood.
Dammit. Mason had sworn he wouldn’t let their talk end in an argument, and what had he done? He chased Noah away. Right when the man needed him, he’d scared him out of his house. “Nice going, Mason.”
He’d planned what he wanted to say. How he had wanted to open the conversation. Get Noah to trust him enough to open up.
Mason had called off the trip. So what? Why had canceling the hike upset Noah? Noah had stepped into the kitchen ready for a war. Why? Mason had an idea. Noah probably dreaded their conversation as much as Mason had. And what did Mason do? He’d confirmed Noah’s fear by attacking him right from the get go.
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