Reagan picked up the glass lasagna pan of Jell-O salad that she’d brought. It was still half-full. She grabbed two wet spoons out of the dish drainer and headed out the back door. “Be right back.” He was standing on his deck, leaning on the railing, looking out into the field. She’d known she’d find him out here . . . No, that wasn’t quite true. She’d just hoped that she would. Mason turned when he heard her door open. He smiled a little. “Hey.” “Hey,” Reagan said. “Who’re you hiding from this time?”
