Waterfield kept quiet.

Mason didn’t ask, just sat there in silence, smoking his cigarette.

Eventually, Waterfield couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“Say it if you want. If not, don’t.”

Waterfield clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and swallowed the curse words on the tip of his tongue.

If he didn’t owe Mason a favor—if they weren’t so closely tied together in both ...