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“I’m not leaving you here.”
He says it so quietly, I almost think I imagined it before Mila’s eyes dart between us.
“Is there something going on?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” Mason says before I can say anything.
He stalks to the shop sink to wash his hands and Mila follows him, hands on her hips. I stifle a laugh. She’s feisty and she doesn’t take Mason’s shit.
I like her.
“You’re coming because it will make Mom happy to see you. Even Bailey will be there. Well, in Zoom-form, but nonetheless.”
I don’t ask because I don’t want to pry, so I busy myself with cleaning up some of the tools we’ve left out, my lips still burning from that kiss.
Well—my whole body burning.
I’ve kissed Mason Carpenter before. It was mind-blowing, but it cost me. This time, with no cameras around to catch us and nothing standing in the way . . . it was life-changing.
Or maybe I’m just being dramatic because he’s hot.
Part of me wonders just how far it would have gone if Mila hadn’t shown up. The other, more rational part is happy it didn’t.
Want to kiss the only person willing to help you locate your sister goodbye? Sleep with them.
Mila shakes her head, stepping past me on her way to the door.
“So, Hannah, how long have you been in town?” she asks, leaning back against the shop cart.
“Uh—a couple weeks.” I clear my throat, hoping she can’t see the distress in my face.
“Oh, wow. Tired of Sacramento?”
“Yeah . . . just needed a change, I guess.”
God, why did I say that?
“Well, I’m sure your mother misses you. You guys always seemed like such a close-knit family.”
“Enough,” Mason grits, rejoining us. His presence feels like electricity zapping at my skin. “Let’s go.”
“I was just speaking to her,” Mila says innocently.
“Well, don’t.” He puts an arm on her shoulder and steers her toward the door.
She rolls her eyes but complies by marching toward the exit. “It was nice seeing you again, Hannah.”
“You too,” I call, but Mason hangs back.
He shakes his head before turning back to me. “Lock the door,” he says, handing over a key. “And don’t open it until Ian and Puke get back.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His nostrils flare at my attempt at sarcasm and under different circumstances, I would laugh.
You know, if I hadn’t been prepared not even ten minutes ago to have sex with him on the dirty garage floor.
“We’re finishing this conversation later. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
