Page 26 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“Doing what?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not going to yell. But I am going to get some fucking answers.
“Why are you pretending that I am your fiancé and why does your family think we are getting married in three weeks?”
She sighs. Like my questions are a huge inconvenience to her.
“Because that’s what I told them happened.”
“I get that part,” I say. “Why did you tell them that?”
She shrugs. “That’s what they were expecting to hear.”
What in the actual fuck?
“Okay, let me try this a different way,” I say. “Why am I involved in this?”
“Where is it that you’re confused, Mason? I told them we were engaged and getting married in three weeks.”
“Why?”
“I told you, I’d thought Brian was going to propose, it’s all I’d been talking about, so they were expecting it.”
“And they hadn’t met Brian before?”
“No. I met Brian in Cabo at Hildy’s bachelor/bachelorette weekend.”
“Cabo San Lucas? As in Mexico?”
“Is there another Cabo?” She blinks her eyes at me as though I’m the poor communicator here.
“So, you met him in Cabo, and then he went to the wedding with you?”
“He was in the wedding, same as me.”
“And when were you in Cabo?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Let me get this straight.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. Because surely, I’ve just entered another dimension into the Twilight Zone. Either that or someone is playing one hell of a practical joke. Those can be the only explanations.
Close my eyes. Count to ten. Continue. “You met a guy—”
“Brian.”
“You met Brian two weeks ago in Cabo during a party weekend.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought he was going to propose at the wedding you were both in after two weeks?”
“Now you sound like that bitch bridesmaid, Marci. She said the same thing. You don’t get it. We were into each other. Like, big-time. I spent the last two weeks with him. I went home after Cabo for a couple days, told my parents we’d fallen in love, and that he was going to propose at Hildy’s wedding. Then packed all my stuff and flew out to surprise him.”
“And he was okay with that?”
“He loved it. I’m telling you. Into. Each. Other.”
“So, why did he leave you at the wedding?”
