“What is wrong with you? You’ve been sitting like that all week.” Beth scrunches her nose at Mason.
“Like what?” he asks.
“Like you’ve got a broom shoved up your arse.”
Quiet laughter fills the room, and I lean down to Jennie. “I apologise for my sister.”
“Excuse you.” Beth scoffs. “I’m not sorry for the way I am, and you shouldn’t be either.”
Mason snorts. “Try working with her. It happens more often than you think.”
“You wanna go, mama’s boy?” Beth puts down the pointer stick.
“Pretty sure you’re in your luteal phase, so I’ll pass. I’d hate to make you cry.”
The whole table watches as Beth’s jaw drops. If she could maim someone with her eyes, I’m pretty sure Mason would be toast right now.
“Do we want to know how you’re so aware of our sister’s cycle?” Caleb asks, with his arms wrapped around Lex’s middle, where she sits on his lap.
“I learnt quickly after we started working together. I have my calendar marked out so I’m appropriately prepared with tea, painkillers, and heat packs.”
“I hope your painkillers are in full supply,” Beth says, one eye twitching.
“Beth’s right, though, you have looked a bit uncomfortable this week, Mase,” Grandpa calls from the kitchen.
Mason’s eyes dart around the table, coming back to me every few seconds.
“Why do you keep looking at me? I didn’t do anything.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. “You kinda did.”
“Would you care to enlighten me?” I enunciate every word so my eggheaded brother understands.
Mason leans over the table, furiously whispering, “You and your relationship advice.”
“Make more sense, you dick!”
“Yes, entirely right. My poor dick.”
“Mason Luke, we have company,” Mum says with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, and no one wants to know about your dick,” Beth says, looking nauseated.
Mason glares at our sister. “No one will for six months to a year.” His eyes fly to mine now. One green, one blue, both full of menace. “A year! How could you not tell me that? And I had no one holding my hand. God, I wanted to die.”
“What is he being such a diva about?” Beth asks me.
I shake my head. “I d—” My face drops and my spine straightens as I catch on.Holy shit. He got his dick pierced.
“I—” I take a breath as I rub soothing circles over Isabelle’s bump, then I lean over the table to talk directly to Mason. “I didn’t tell you to dothat.”
“Yes, you did!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“It was heavily implied.” Mason scowls at me.
“It was not.”
