Page 143 of Anything To Be With You

"Gabe," Mark hisses. "Don’t start shit."

I giggle and Gabe smiles brightly. He’s such a bad influence.

"And how old are you, Mason?" Josh’s lawyer asks.

"Eighteen."

The lawyer looks up at him. "Really? You’re eighteen?" he says with skepticism.

Mason nods and reaches into his suit jacket. "Here’s my birth certificate if you don’t believe me."

I made him bring it, he can pass for mid-twenties easily. If I had a dollar for every time he’s asked if he wanted an alcoholic drink when we go out to eat, I’d be living in a huge house that’s fully paid for.

The lawyer waves his hand. "No need. Can you tell me what happened the night Mr. Whitlock came to your home?"

As Mason goes into detail, I watch the judges face. He doesn’t look right. All the colour drains from his face.

The judge raises a hand. "I’m going to have to stop you, Mr. Sayer and call a recess."

"But, Your Honor—"

"Recess, Mr. Sayer." He bangs his gavel and stands.

Mason rushes over to us. "What’s going on?"

I take his hand. "Pretty sure the judge is going to keel over," I give his hand a squeeze. "You did so good up there, Bubba." I smile up at him.

"You did really good, Mason." Mark praises and Mason beams.

"Go grab something to eat. I’m going to find out what’s going on." Mark says, walking towards the chambers.

We walk out and sit down on a bench. "You want me to go get food?" Gabe questions.

I shake my head and dig into my purse, pulling out sandwiches and cans of pop. "I always pack food when I go out with Mason because he’s always hungry." I hand Mason two sandwiches and can of pop. "It’s cheaper than getting fast food every three hours. Mason is not a cheap date."

"I have sophisticated tastes," Mason says, taking a massive bite of his sandwich.

"They know you by name at McDonald's." I deadpan.

"I'm not sorry about that," Mason answers with his mouth full.

I smirk and turn to Gabe. "You want one? I have chicken, ham, and turkey."

Gabe starts to laugh. "You remind me of Mom. She always had food in her purse too because I was always hungry." Gabe takes two sandwiches and a pop.

"She probably didn’t want to shell out hundreds of dollars on fast food either," I snort.

"You’re not wrong." He answers.

"Looks like we’re getting a different judge," Mark says as he walks towards us with Luke prowling behind. If I didn’t know how sweet and caring Luke can be, he would intimidate me. It’s like his suits give him powers or something, he seems larger when he wears one.

"What happened?" I ask.

"He had a heart attack." Mark tells us.

Well, shit.

"Who’s the replacement?" Gabe asks.

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