Page 37 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“I’m boring,” he says.
“I doubt that,” I tell him.
“My idea of a good time is hanging out at home, making a nice dinner, and maybe watching a movie.”
“Mine too!”
“No way,” he says with a small smile.
“What’s your favorite dinner to make?” I ask.
“I grill.”
“He grills,” I mimic in a baritone.
“Anything you want I can figure out a way to grill or smoke.”
“Anything?”
He nods.
“Pasta?”
“I do a mean mac-n-cheese in the smoker.”
“No way, how?”
“Trade secret.” He winks.
My panties flood.
Must maintain distance from this irresistible man.
Right. Okay.
I stand and prepare to head back. “We should go back, I guess. Right?”
He looks disappointed. “Uh, sure. I guess.”
Then, much to my dismay, puts his shirt back on. We take our time walking back to the trailhead, I savor every minute.
Zach is at my house when I get back. He’s made a pot of coffee and is sitting on the back deck sipping a cup. P-Tink runs to say hello to him.
“How’s my beautiful baby?” he coos to her. She yelps in return and rolls on her back, so he can rub her belly.
“Did you guys go for a walk?” he asks before looking at me.
“Yep.” I take a seat next to him with my own cup of coffee.
He looks over at me. “Ohmigod. What did you do?”
“Nothing. What do you mean? We went for a walk.”
He studies me. “No, something else happened.”
I avoid his gaze. “Nothing else happened.”
How is he psychic like this?
