Page 13 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
I shake my head.
Uh, what the fuck just happened?
Did she just say assault?
For fuck’s sake.
You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut when the damsel in distress needed a ride, could you, Mason.
Idiot.
AshLynn exits the car with a cry and runs toward her sister. I stretch my sore muscles and try to temper my hair under my cap as the women embrace. AshLynn comes back and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the house to introduce me to her sister, Willow.
AshLynn makes the introductions, talking fast, moving fast, making me wonder if she’s nervous.
I look back and forth between the two sisters as I hold my hand out to shake Willow’s. She shocks the hell out of me when we do.
Literally.
What feels like an electric current runs from her body to mine and zaps me. She pulls her hand away quickly and cradles it to her chest, then keeps an eye on me as she ushers us inside.
“Bathroom. Now!” AshLynn demands. Willow points toward a doorway just off the hall, AshLynn run-walks toward it leaving her sister and me alone.
She looks at me. I look at her. She looks away.
I look at her. She looks at me. She looks away.
It’s obvious I make her uncomfortable.
She is far more gorgeous up close than when I saw her from the car. My dick stirs in my shorts.
She clears her throat. “Well, welcome, I guess.” She ends the sentence on an up note, like she’s asking me a question. Then sticks her hands in her pockets and rocks to and fro on her feet from heel to ball and back again.
What the hell is AshLynn doing?
“Uh.” I pause to clear my own throat. “Thanks. Should be a fun time.”
Should be a fun time?
Jeez, Mason. Get it together, man. She’s going to think you’re a dork.
“So.” I clap my hands once in front of me and rub them together while I glance around. “I hear you’re renovating the whole place?”
“Yeah. I am.” She turns in a slow circle, looking at the room. “It’s a much larger project than I thought it was going to be. But I’m enjoying it so far. I think. Sorry it’s such a mess, I had a pipe break earlier, and water went everywhere—”
“What happened with the pipe?” I interrupt, sensing I may be able to impress the pretty redhead and fix this for her, thus making a good first impression. I’m better with my hands than I am my words.
“Oh.” She shakes her head. “The faucet was leaking. When I went to shut off the water, the valve broke. Before I could shut it off at the main, the faucet exploded. Water everywhere and this goose-egg on my forehead.” She points to the cut on her forehead.
“You should have that looked at,” I say gesturing to her head.
AshLynn comes back in the room. “So, you don’t have running water, Willow?”
“No. I mean yes.” Willow takes a breath and lets it out in a huff. “I have running water; I just had to turn it off because of the issue in the kitchen. But it should be back on. Maybe there’s a delay in—”
AshLynn makes her way toward the kitchen. “Ohmigod, Willow, what happened? I think I’m going to throw up. Is that—” She makes a gagging noise. “Is that poo water?”
