Page 68 of Sensual Nights

"No, you won't. You're our guest, and we'll take care of it. You worry about the things you have to do today."

"Thank you. I guess my job today is to pick up the flowers at the Flower Shoppe and get them to the Sandbar. Apparently, they have several events today, and our delivery would have been cutting it close. I volunteered, so Carley didn't panic."

"Good idea."

Mason finished his coffee and stood. He rinsed his cup in the sink and shook Quinn's hand. "Thank you for letting me stay last night. It was both a superstition and a test. Carley wanted to know if she could do it. She's trying to face her fears, per her counselor. She did fantastic."

Quinn laughed and nodded. "She's strong. I'm glad she's getting better. How about you?"

"I haven't had a nightmare since Carley's incident. I'm seeing my counselor regularly. I'm functioning in a hospital, which I wouldn't even go into previously. Life is good."

Quinn grinned at him. "I'm happy for you. Also, thank you again for helping us at the Legion. You're a natural."

"Honestly, it's helping me too."

"It does do that. It helps all of us."

Mason moved toward the bedroom. It was time to get moving toward his wedding. He quickly packed his duffel bag; his wedding suit was at Margo and Jace's. Jace was bringing it today to the Sandbar. They'd opted for a beach wedding, just like their friends before them. They'd say their nuptials on the second-floor deck, facing the water so they had the most beautiful view of the water and the horizon. It had become their peaceful place when they needed a night away from Heidi's shenanigans. It felt natural to marry there.

He stepped out to the garage, where Quinn had already opened the door and was putting his suit in the back of his truck.

Mason grinned. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Looking forward to it," Quinn answered.

Mason climbed in his truck and headed toward the Flower Shoppe. He pulled into the jam-packed parking lot. "Wow, busy day," he muttered.

He sauntered into the Flower Shoppe to see its owner, Izzy Payton, directing deliveries to various areas of the shop. She looked up to see him, and a huge smile spread across her face.

"Mason, I'm happier to see you right now than anyone else in the world."

His brows shot up. "Wow, that's nice."

Izzy laughed. "Don't get a big head. I need your flowers out of here, so I have room for some of these deliveries."

He laughed. "Okay. Understood. Point me where I need to go."

"Come this way." She led him to a back room and a table with a sign on it that read,Page/Thompson Wedding. "These are all yours." She looked around and saw a young man, likely around seventeen years old, entering the back of the greenhouse area. "Robert, please help Mason load these flowers."

"Okay," he called out.

Izzy turned to Mason and grinned. "Congratulations on your special day. Please don't be offended that I have to bounce off. It's nuts here today."

Mason laughed. "No offense. Bounce off at will."

She didn't linger. She was gone in the blink of an eye, but the boy named Robert had taken her place. "If you want to move your vehicle around the building and to that door over there..." He pointed to the right. "I'll start moving the flowers to the door for ease of loading."

"Great. I'll be right around."

Mason moved through the inside of the shop, dodging people as they carried various items to the register or browsed the shop. He quickly moved his truck, and within a matter of minutes, he and Robert had his truck loaded, and he was on his way to the Sandbar. The day was going smooth so far.

Arriving at the Sandbar, Grace Hoffman and Hanna Kurtz were setting out baked goods as Quinn carried them from Hanna's delivery van.

Grace looked up to see him. "Oh, thank goodness you're here. It'll take a bit to decorate with the flowers. I'll help you unload."

He and Grace made quick work of unloading, then she shushed him off to get dressed in the back. He'd already worked up a sweat, as the weather was humid and growing warmer by the minute. Jace waited for him in the office. "Good morning. I've fed your bride and her sisters. My house is a mass of giggling and chatting, and I needed to get out."

Mason laughed. "I bet. Thanks for feeding her."

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