Page 9 of What are the Chances

I lightly jog over, pulling my carryon and rather large suitcase, eagerly throwing my arms around Sam’s neck.

He tightly hugs me back. “You made it.”

“I made it.” I let him go and beam at him.

He politely takes my suitcase handle and starts toward the back of his small car “Not sure how we will fit both your suitcases, but we’ll figure it out.”

I scrunch my face in confusion, about to ask what he's talking about when Mason's head pops up from the trunk of Sam’s car.

My jaw drops, staring at him, dumbfounded.

Surprisingly, he looks as confused as I do. He glances at Sam, then points a finger at me.

“This is Kyle’s girlfriend?” he practically yells.

I blanch and swipe at the rain pelting my face. I look at Sam who is just as confused as both of us.

“Yeah, this is Charlotte,” he says to Mason, holding a hand out toward me.

Nothing is making sense.

“Sorry, how do you know Sam or Kyle?” I ask Mason.

Mason rolls his eyes and angrily reaches for my suitcase, ignoring me still.

“Mason is my brother, Char," Sam interjects. "Do you two know each other then?” He gestures between me and Mason, amusement and curiosity flashing across his face.

Before I can answer, Mason shoves my suitcase into the trunk and growls, “Nope. We don’t know each other at all. She’s just a fucking stranger.”

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