Emma enters, holding out the plate. “Cookies.”
Mason offers her a faint smile. “Does Luke know he doesn’t get them all?”
“No way.” She grins impishly. “I let him think I left them all for him.”
Chuckling, Mason takes the plate.
“Wait.” Emma adjusts her grip, hanging onto something under the plate.
“What is that?” Mason asks.
“It’s for you and Lily.”
Mason raises his brow.
She shoos him. “Go put the cookies down so I can give you the surprise.”
Shaking his head, he goes into the kitchen.
Turning to me, Emma clutches the package to her chest. “Jake told me what happened to you. Before. I wanted to tell you.”
“I—” I press my lips shut, not knowing what to say.
“You’re my friend, period,” she continues. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I listen really well.”
Touched, I can only nod, my arms crossed.
“I made up the guest room in the main house for you. It's got its own bathroom, and it's close to everything. You'd have privacy but also proximity. If you need it.”
“Thank you,” I murmur.
Emma studies me for a moment, then she smiles in relief. “You want to stay here.”
I glance at Mason as he rejoins us. “Yes, I do.”
“Good.” She hands Mason the package she has in her hands. “Then this is for you two. Also, Jake and Luke want to talk logistics. I’m the messenger girl.”
Mason nods. “Tell them we’ll come over in a bit.”
Flashing another smile at me, Emma reaches for the door. Before she leaves, she looks over her shoulder at me. “I know the circumstances suck, but I’m happy you’re here, Lily.”
You know? I kind of am too. I know better than most people that sometimes life thrusts you into a situation you don’t expect. The measure of who you are is determined by how well you adapt and what you do with what you’re given.
I wait until Mason closes the door and faces me again. “I want to stay in your room.”
“You sure?” he asks softly.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I reply honestly.
Mason takes a deep, shuddering breath. When he speaks, his voice is husky, like it was when his fingers were playing between my legs. “Okay, then.”
I shiver, and for the first time in my life I wonder how quickly I can get a man alone to feel his hands all over me.
He holds up the package. “Want to open this?”
I’m not used to getting gifts, and with everything it feels a little too much at the moment. “Can we do it together?”
“Yeah.” He brings it over to me, frowning at it. “Are these unicorns?”
