Page 82 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
I shudder at the memory. “Yes. Ugh.”
“It’s like that.”
I laugh. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Fine.” I finish my coffee and go get another cup.
“My point being,” he says when I return, “is that there would be nothing odd about you and Mason getting together.”
“Except—”
“Nothing odd about it,” he interrupts.
I keep my mouth shut and think about it. Maybe he’s right. I mean, it happened in that movieThe Family Stonewith Sarah Jessica Parker’s character.
“It’s not like it would ever happen anyway. I don’t even have his phone number.”
“I do.”
My heart leaps into my throat.
You arenotgoing to call him.
“Well, if I ever need it, I will let you know.”
He nods and drops the subject. We finish our coffee then take P-Tink with us to breakfast before he catches the water taxi back to Seattle. And I’m left on my own in my house once more.
