Chapter 13The rabbit was roasting in the oven and there was a fire going strong in the mantle, warming up the living room. Henley and Mason stood at the kitchen counter, glass of wine in hand, talking over the sound of the music. Mason was a big blues fan, and earlier, he’d put on a Muddy Waters vinyl record, giving the cabin a blues bar feel.
Once in a while, the wind rattled the windows and one of the dogs would c**k up an ear. Henley was relaxed, listening to Mason tell him about his big Italian family. Immersed in the atmosphere of the cozy and warm home, he was falling under some sort of spell, and he’d only been here for a few hours. Mason’s charm was irresistible. His sensuality was off the charts.
“So your father was a cop, too?” Henley asked, setting his glass down. Had to keep
