Page 31 of Sweetheart

“Although I didn’t even know there was a Daddy. I thought I was going to have to kick some muscle head out of your bed. Instead, I got here, and you were nowhere to be found. Then all of a sudden you show up on the back of your Daddy’s bike. You refused to ride with me.”

Mason offered his brother a hand to help him up. “If you called instead of just showing up, I would have known to be home. And it’s because you're a horrible driver and I trust Levi.”

“Surprising you is so much better,” Jason responded. He brushed off the ass of his jeans.

Mason took his brother’s appearance in. Other than looking a bit dirty and disheveled, Jason seemed good. “I don’t want to hear any shit from you.” He pulled Jason into a hard brotherly hug. “Missed you, man.”

Jason returned the embrace just as hard. “Missed your ugly mug too.”

They were identical twins.

Mason pushed Jason away. “Asshole.”

Jason smirked. “So, tell me all about this Daddy. He was hot!”

It took everything inside him not to explode. He did not want Jason checking out his man. Although Mason did needhis brother’s advice and help. “He’s also paranormal,” Mason informed him.

Jason froze in the act of lighting a cigarette.

Mason nodded. Jason had heard him.

“He’s more than a one-night fuck?”

“I haven’t even fucked him yet.”

Jason whistled then placed the cigarette against his lips.

“You said you’d quit.”

“I will.”

It was an argument that Mason still hoped he would win someday. Their father had smoked like a chimney. Mason couldn’t stand the smell. Too many bad memories associated with that scent. He took a step back.

Jason sighed before tossing the unlit cigarette over the railing. “Sorry. I know you hate the smell.”

“I also don’t want you to die from cancer.”

“I’m too much of an asshole to die,” Jason told him.

Mason bit his lip. He would not laugh. That would just encourage his brother.

Jason threw an arm over his shoulder. “You better have beer.”

“Yeah.” They were going to need it.

His front door was open. Damn it, Mason glared at his brother. “I just fixed the lock.”

“I didn’t break in. The window was open.”

Mason stopped walking, forcing Jason to stumble. “Open?” He never left his windows open. They should have stayed locked tight.

“Yes?”

“My windows were open or unlocked? Don’t fuck with me, Jason.”

Jason lifted his hands. “I’m not. Your back window was open.”

Cursing under his breath, Mason rushed inside. He needed to get a security system, but money was tight with him trying to remodel the cabin. He peered around the living room but other than the dirty duffel bag on his couch, nothing looked out of place.

---