“Not too long ago. Maybe a half hour, tops. You have a lot of food in your kitchen.”
“Have to feed a teenager. Their stomachs are bottomless pits. I bet you and Bennett ate Mama Mac out of house and home.”
Which is a weird figure of speech because your houseisyour home. It’s redundant.
“I plead the fifth.”
“How is she doing?” I inquire.
I met Mama Mac a couple of times. Wonderful woman. Loving, open, and with the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. She loves Mason like she loves her son, Bennett. It never mattered to her that Mason wasn’t her biological child. He was hers. End of story.
“She’s good and can’t wait to see you. When you’re up for it, she wants you over for Sunday supper.”
At the mention of food again, my tummy flips.
“Absolutely. Tell her thank you.”
“You can tell her yourself. She’s coming over later with more plants.” He groans. “Apparently, and I quote, ‘You need more red.’”
So that’s why Mason’s front porch looks like a rainbow threw up on it.
He reaches over and lifts a steaming mug of coffee from a tray on the nightstand. I sit up, not caring that the sheet falls to my lap, leaving my naked chest on full display. Mason’s eyes instantly focus on them and heat.
“Eyes up here, Romeo. Your woman needs an IV of black coffee, stat, food, and possibly an ice pack.”
I take the coffee from him, pucker my lips and blow, which only makes his gaze burn hotter. I thought I was too sore, but the wetness between my thighs calls me a liar.
He holds some toast up to my mouth, and I take a bite.
“After breakfast, I want to do something.”
He offers me a ripe, red strawberry, which I bite in half. Mason leans in and kisses the sweet juices from my lips.
“Mason, you know I suck at surprises.”
“It’s not really a surprise.”
My interest piques. “Then what is it?”
“We’ll do it after breakfast.”
Bunching the bed sheet around me and cinching it together to hold it in place, I slip off the bed. My bare toes sink into the thickarea rug. I love this rug. Brandon says it looks like I skinned the Abominable Snowman.
“Let’s do it now.”
He’s already dressed in the shorts he wore yesterday, but he’s not wearing a shirt. I become transfixed on all the muscles on display. His dark blond happy trail. That sexy V that frames his abs.
“Eyes up here, ladybug.”
Enjoying way too much at being able to throw my words back at me, he smirks when I blush.
Mason locates his shoes on the floor at the foot of the bed and puts them on.
“Give me half a minute. I need to go get something from the house.”
Alright, my interest is most definitely piqued now.
I follow him down the hallway and through the kitchen. He gives me a quick kiss, then disappears out the back patio door. Just like he promised, he’s back in less than a minute.
