A couple hours had passed since they first arrived at the gym, and Mason seemed much better. On their way out, heading for Mason’s truck, Noah said, “There’s a flight at nine tonight. It’s the one I was supposed to take last night.”
Mason kept his focus forward. “I’m sorry I made you miss your plane.” His complexion turned red.
“It’s okay. I wouldn’t leave you in that state.” It really was okay. Noah was glad he’d been there for Mason. Especially after the s**t he’d pulled the last time they’d been together, his taking off in the middle of the night.
“I know, and I really appreciate you staying. But you could’ve taken an earlier flight today. I don’t need a keeper any more. I’m okay.” Mason opened his truck door. “You could’ve headed back to your life sooner.”
“Nothing to head back to.
