Chapitre 26: Chapter 26

Perhaps he should leave.

“He’s staying. What if he gets worse? Hypothermia is serious business.” Otho didn’t look at them, but his voice was determined, and Mason relaxed. He didn’t want to go back to the resort…ever. It reminded him of his life back home, or the life he no longer had back home.

Joslyn rolled her eyes but kept quiet. Mason watched as Otho moved around the kitchen with a confidence that made his chest warm. Strong hands peeling, chopping, mixing. Muscles playing under his skin as he lifted sheets and ovenware. Who’d known cooking could be hot?

“So, are you expecting more guests?” Mason watched as the counter filled up with plates and bowls. Both Joslyn and Otho turned to him.

“Cooking is therapy for Otho.”

“It’s not.” Otho grabbed three plates out of the cupboard and put them on the small kitchen island. “It’s Christmas, there should be a lot of food…and I enjoy cooking, okay? It’s not a crime, is it?”