Page 22 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
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I need to come clean. Like now.
AshLynn yells that I’m already engaged.
Which might make this the perfect time to interject with the truth.
“Actually—” I start.
“Mason, want a beer?” AshLynn interrupts, wedging herself between Willow and me, and holding up a beer. The look on her face an odd combination of murderous and pleading.
Don’t be stupid, Mason. What’s another hour of this ruse for her parents? You’ve already come this far.
I nod, take the beer and three pieces of pizza to start. Then grab a seat outside to try and eat my rage and sexual frustration before her parents arrive.
