Page 54 of What are the Chances

“Does Mase know yet?” he asks in a jovial tone.

“Does Mase know what yet?”

I turn my head at the sound of Mason’s voice coming from the front of the house. He barges into the room, a few grocery bags dangling from his fingers.

I swallow the thick lump of emotion in my throat as he enters the room. Yeah, there’s no denying I love this man. I already feel the instinct to go to him, the natural urge to be close to him already well engrained into my system. I stand, ready to kiss him stupid and pull him outside to confess my love for him when Sam interrupts.

He clears his throat, his eyes searching the floor before they land on the phone still gripped in his hand.

“About this wanker,” he quickly spouts out, tossing his phone to Mason. “Honestly, with you getting so close these past few days, I’m surprised you didn’t spill the beans sooner, brother.”

The room quiets as Mason looks down at Sam’s phone resting in his palm, his wide eyes fixated on the picture of Kyle kissing the brunette woman in Spain. His face is red and blotchy, and when his green eyes flick to mine, an unmistakable look of guilt passes through them—guilt I am well acquainted with.

Mason has been keeping the news about Kyle a secret from me this entire fucking time.

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