God, I am a hot mess at the minute.
I find Mason in his office, and I’m slightly out of breath as I push through the door. I pause on the threshold.
“Angel,” he murmurs, not looking up from his computer.
“I forgot my friend is flying in today, I slept all afternoon and she’s probably already here, and I didn’t ring her, I said I would. I’m going to go home and meet her with the girls. I completely forgot.”
Mase looks up at me, a deep frown in place. “Slow down. I can take you home. I just need to finish this. You’ll be back home later?” he questions, and I can sense his unease.
“Yeah, I’ll be home later.” I bite the inside of my cheek, loving how that sounds. “I can get an Uber, though. You look busy.”
“Do you drive?” he asks.
“Uh, I have a licence. I haven’t driven in years.”
“Take the Bentley.”
“No.”
“Why?” he snaps back.
“I will crash your car, Mase.”
“No, you won’t. It’s an automatic. You can’t go wrong.” He stands, rounding the desk and walking me out to the foyer.
We’ve spent the time he could have driven me, teaching me all the different controls. I try to take it all in, but it’s a lot. “Maybe you should drive me. I don’t feel comfortable driving myself.”
“I will if you want me to, but you literally cannot fuck this up. I trust you.”
I stare up at him from the driver’s seat. I know he’s busy.
I huff, straightening in the seat. “Fine, I will drive.”
“Good girl.” He bends down, taking my lips in a soft kiss. “Text me when you get there, okay?”
I did it. I drove for the first time in over five years. My legs are shaky when I step out of the Bentley. I parked around the corner of my building, not trusting myself on the busy street that would have been closer but so much harder to park on.
I text Luce and Megs, to let them know I’m home, then call Erin.
“Hello.” she answers.
“Erin, hey! Where are you? You must have landed?”
“Only just, I was delayed. I’m now on my way to the hotel.”
“Come over. Megan and Luce are coming to mine, and we planned to get dinner together.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m shattered, Nina.”
Me too, I roll my eyes. “I did not just turn down hot sex for you to wig out on me. You know where I live still.”
She giggles down the phone. “Yes, okay. Give me an hour. I need to freshen up.”
I’m just finishing clearing the draining board when Luce and Megan come laughing through the door. I smile over at them, excited to catch them up on the last couple days.
“Girls, it’s a Sunday!” I eye the four bottles of wine they carry between them.
“One each.” Luce shrugs.
