“Do I need a bikini?”
“Not this morning, but maybe later today.”
“Great. Can I eat first or—”
“I’m taking you out for a greasy breakfast.”
I moan loudly at the thought, my mouth watering at the idea of bacon, until a loud clang brings me back to reality.
“You okay, bro?” Jack calls out, a brow raised in amusement.
“Fine.”
“Okay, then.” I smile at Jack, spinning on my toes. “I’ll grab my purse.”
Jack opens my door when we get to Mason’s car, and my smile grows at finding it in the same spot I was refusing to vacate. God, he’s a douche. I mentally roll my eyes, but when I sit down, his masculine scent assaults my nostrils, and my body heats against my will.Damn him.He rubs me the wrong way, but I can’t deny that I’m physically attracted to him.
“Are you ready?” Jack smiles giddily from the driver's seat.
“I sure am.”
There's also no denying Jack’s attractive too, but they are two completely different people. I could easily fuck Mason and move on, but with Jack… I’d either break his heart, or he’d break mine, because our friendship wouldn’t be the same after. It may only be a few letters a year, but he’s been the one constant in my life since college. That’s not something I’m prepared to risk for sex.
Pushing my thoughts out of my mind, I stare out the window, drinking it all in as we cruise the streets of Sydney. “Where are we going for breakfast? Or I guess it’s brunch now.”
A siren blares through Jack’s speakers, making me jump as he curses. “Shit. That’s my phone.”
“Your phone?”What kind of ringtone is that?
“It’s, ahh….” Disappointment mars his features as he pulls over to the side of the road. “I have to get this.” He disappears out of the car, and my brows furrow as I watch him, hisdisappointment turning to anger until he jumps back in and his sadness hits me.
“Is it okay if I take you home?”
“Huh? Why? What happened?”
“Remember how I told you about my friend—the one that’s constantly getting into trouble.”
“I do…” I say slowly, my chest tight, filled with a mix of anger and concern. I’m all for friends helping friends, but sometimes I wonder if she’s taking advantage of his kind nature.
“She needs help.”Of course she does.“She’s—”
“You don’t have to explain. You’re the one she needs, right?”
“I don’t want to go.” His puppy dog eyes plead with me to believe him, and my chest aches.
“It’s fine. You’re a good guy. I get it.” I wink, biting back a smirk. “I’m in Sydney for a little while longer. Maybe I can meet you when you're done. I’ll find a hotel close by and come back in a few—”
“Hotel? No way. You’re staying at our place. No arguments. I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
My nose scrunches. The thought of being stuck with Mason is not as thrilling as one would think, even with his enticingly ripped body and delicious smell. But when Jack smiles in anticipation, I can’t say no.
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.” He breathes a sigh of relief and some of my unease lessens. “I promise I won’t be long.”
Despite Jack giving me a key, I ring the doorbell and wait for Mason to open up. The sound of movement alerts me tohis presence, and I swear I hear footsteps moving my way, but after two buzzes, he still hasn’t answered the door. I’ll bet my life savings that he saw me on the camera.
“Open up, Mason. I’m not going away.”
