The guys looked far less surprised by this than they had been about the news that Mason was in love with me. Whatever had happened between him and his family, they knew about it.
And whatever it was had them worried.
“Why is his family so upset with him?” I asked.
“That’s something only Mason can tell you,” Nolan said, confirming what I’d already suspected they would say. Their loyalty to Mason came first.
“You’re sure Mason is in his room?” Kirk asked me.
“He said he was going to bed. I have no reason not to believe him.” Just like I’d had no reason not to believe Mason when he told me early this morning he was coming right up to our room after he did something first.
The something that had kept him from coming to bed like he’d promised.
A bad feeling kicked me in the stomach. I shoved it away. Mason wasn’t my father. He wasn’t addicted to gambling.
Unlike my father, he knew how to walk away.