Mason holds the door open while the two walk in. The sweet smell of teak oil fills the room and is almost overwhelming at first. “You can make yourself convertible. The other two sour pusses will be right in.”
“We heard that!” came a voice from the top of the wooden stairs.
Mason squeezes his eyes shut and a big noticeable grin forms on his face.
The living room is quite cozy with a fireplace shooting up sparks in the corner, a bear rug on the wall and a fluffy sheepish carpet on the floor keeping out the cold. A couple of seconds later, they hear footsteps coming down the stairs. In front is a bold, short and chubby elderly man followed by an elder completely the opposite. The second man is tall, has a head full of grey hearts and is slender, his facial expression gives Logan the feeli
