On top of that, there was his reaction to me liking both men and women. Most guys I tell stare at me in disbelief, or smirk, asking for a threesome. But Mason’s inquisitive gaze gave me a buzz. And his response. “I like it.”My God. He’s a whole different species from his brother. I told Jack I thought one ofhis friends was beautiful last night by the pool, and he laughed as though I was joking, changing the subject.
It wasn’t a negative response, per se, but he didn’t consider it long enough to ask questions. I like that Mason did.
But he’s Mason.
I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.Like nothing.I’m not thinking about him like anything.
Jack announces our dinner has arrived, telling me he hopes I’m happy with pizza. And of course, I am.Who doesn’t love pizza?
He sets up the food on the dining room table, and when I take my seat opposite Mason, I suppress a laugh. “Is that pasta?”
He glances down at his bowl. “Ah, yep.” He eyes my pizza, his face contorting.Guess that answers my question.I snort to myself.
Jack sits down, and an uncomfortable tension hovers around the table as we eat. Though, I’m ninety percent sure I’m the only one that feels it. I’m more convinced when Jack casually asks Mason about his day, a brotherly smile on his face.
“I forgot to ask, how were the waves this morning? Kai said they’re up and down this week. I don’t want to wake up early if they’re not worth it.”
A tingle shoots through me. Mason surfs?Why does that make him at least twenty percent hotter?I picture him gliding across the waves while Jack mentions something about his board, and I almost choke on my food. Jack said he surfs too and yet… my mind did not go there.
I feel nothing.
Which is a good thing, right? It’s the best thing for our friendship. I need to push his letter out of my mind. He hasn’t mentioned it at all, and he hasn’t made a move. This is the best possible outcome. I’m not attracted to him. He’s not attracted to me. It’s perfect.
I can relax and enjoy myself without the pressure of what’s to come. I could even find an Aussie to hook up with without feeling guilty.
Mason growls and my heart jolts as my eyes flash to his.Is he reading my mind?
I smile when I find him looking at Jack, until I realize they’re in some kind of standoff.What the hell did I miss?
“Can we talk about this later?” Jack subtly nods my way, and Mason’s eyes dart to mine.
“Yep. Later.” His chair scrapes on the floor as he jumps up, stalking from the room and Jack smiles my way.
“Sorry about that. Big brothers, hey.” He shrugs as longing tugs at my middle.He has no idea how lucky he is.
Jack heads off for a shower after dinner and I take that as my cue to head to my room.
My eyes drift to the bathroom as I walk past and I almost wish Mason had given me the floral body wash, so I could find out if he’s right. If Jack would use it without thought. I smile, imagining Jack smelling like roses.
Though, it could have been Mason’s way of delaying his departure. And something about that excites me even more. He’s been grumpy for a majority of the two days I’ve known him, but I’ve seen glimpses of something else, something real. It’s obvious his asshole persona is a front. A mask to hide behind.
And I’m dying to knowwhy.
Grabbing my book, I jump into bed, preparing for a quiet night. It may only be eight, but you’d think I’d been awake for days with how tired I feel.
I’m halfway through the first page when my phone buzzes and Blair’s name pops up on my screen.
Speaking of being awake, it’s two a.m. there.
Blair: How’s Australia? We haven’t heard from you since your “he’s not a psycho” text. And while I’m grateful you confirmed that, I need details. You’re usually the queen of details
And she usually avoids them. She must miss me.
Me: Why are you awake?
Blair: I was worried
My chest warms and a smile pulls at my lips. If soulmates exist, I’ve already found mine in Blair. She’s my polar opposite, and yet, I couldn’t imagine life without her. It’s nice having someone who cares.
