“No.” My chest heaves as nausea takes over me. “I don’t want to hear it. Reading the letters was one thing but… I need you to leave.”
“Jenna—”
“No. What the fuck, Mason?”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I’m also not.”
“What? Get out.” I shove him backward, moving around him to open the door. “I thought I wanted to hear you out but I don’t. I’m sorry. But I’m also not.” I gesture for him to leave, and he nods, accepting my decision way too easily.
Only, just when I think he’s going to walk away, he pulls something from his pocket and holds it out in front of him.
“Take this, please.” He doesn’t give me a choice, grabbing my wrist and opening my fingers, placing the item on my palm. I glance down to find an envelope and flinch.
“Another fake letter from Jack?”
“No, Jenna.” He sighs like I’m a brat, but I can see how much this is killing him. “This letter is all me. I’m not leaving LA anytime soon. Read it.Please. My number is at the bottom when you’re ready to talk.”
He squeezes my hand, walking away without a backward glance and my breath catches in my throat. I manage to hold myself together until the door clicks shut and I truly break out of my shock.
Mason’s here. From Australia.
Some of the letters werehim.
He flipped my world upside down. Now he’s here.Goddammit.
Rushing forward, I throw open the door, my frantic gaze searching the hall. “Mason, wait!”
I can’t let him go.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jenna
My heart hammers in my chest, each little pound an echo of Mason’s footsteps coming toward me. He doesn’t speak, but before I know it, he’s standing in front of me, relief clear in his features, his soulful eyes locked on mine.
I want to scream, to tell him he broke my heart, but instead, all I do is blurt, “Where’s your bag?” folding my arms over my chest.
I’m clearly all about what’s important right now.
A flicker of surprise shadows Mason’s expression and he bites back a smile, struggling to suppress it, undoubtedly seeing through my words. “It’s downstairs with security.”
“And what, they just let you in? Why would they do that?”
“My Aussie charm?” He shrugs and my eyes hurt from how hard I roll them.
“Get inside.” Holding the door open, I gesture for him to walk through, turning his smile into shock.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. It means something that you’re here. Fighting. It doesn’t mean I forgive you. Not yet.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less. I was prepared for you to put me through the wringer.”
“Good. There’s a couch through there.” I point to the living room, ignoring the intense speed of my pulse. “Feel free to take a seat, or stand. Whatever. I’m going to read your letter in my bedroom.”
“What if it doesn’t change anything?” Mason raises an eyebrow, his confidence fading, giving me a moment of control.
“I’ll text you to fuck off. It’ll save you from my wrath.”
