Chapter 16
Mason stepped in the truck, his gaze on Noah. It took Noah a second longer, still hesitant with leaving the bike. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Noah stared at Mason’s too tight grip on the steering wheel, and his taut body.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Mason was quick to answer.
“Something happen?” No doubt, it has to have something to do with work.
Mason’s jaw ticked. “No.”
Noah would let things lie. For now. He needed a way to get Mason talking about work again. It wouldn’t go down well if Noah continued to bring it up. Especially when Noah wasn’t supposed to know anything.
The truck remained uncomfortably silent, as Noah continued to sit with his lips sealed and gaze out the window. Bringing his focus back into the truck, Noah noticed Mason’s phone sitting on th
