“It’s really isolated out here.” Mason was staring at the pine trees on the side of the road.
“It’s far to any bigger cities, but it’s not that isolated. There are cabins in these forests and little villages here and there.”
Mason nodded. “Quiet.”
“Yeah. Though living next door to a resort, it’s not always that quiet.” Especially not when people were walking on the ice of the river.
“Perhaps you have it all figured out. Maybe I should move to a place like Snowmelt. Hard to get in trouble, right?” There was hurt in his eyes. “I probably should take after my elders…” Mason grinned teasingly at him.
“Hey, I’m not that old.” He probably was though. How old could Mason be? Twenty-five? He almost winced. Was he turning into one of those pathetic men who chased after people fifteen years younger than himself, not realizing his advances weren’t welcome?
“You’re a perfect age.”
“For what?”
Mason just grinned, and it had a flutter spreading in Otho’s belly.