Not that Riece Burrell ever gave Mason, or the fact he’d gotten away, any thought. He definitely wasn’t giving it any consideration as he disembarked the airplane and made his way to the baggage area. After grabbing his first suitcase to roll out on the conveyor belt, he set it between his feet and waited on the second one. His camera bag and a laptop case were slung over his shoulders, which made juggling the larger suitcases awkward. He absolutely never gave a moment’s consideration to Mason’s broad smile, cocky attitude, and self-assuredness. The term mountain man was something Riece often associated with Mason, though when he’d last seen Mason, he’d had no beard. Mason, with his agile body, muscular arms, and quick wit, had alternately amazed and frustrated Riece during their few years together. Riece could have done with some of Mason’s muscles right now. These bags were damn heavy and hauling them around was difficult. After stumbling more than walking to the area where there would—hopefully—be cabs or shuttles waiting, Riece stopped and looked around.
