Page 38 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
He looks at me. I look at him.
“We ran into Mason. But that’s not a something.”
“Mason?”
“AshLynn’s fiancé.”
“Oh, the one you want to bone you.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t want him—”
“Don’t lie. How did he look?”
“When I say we ran into him, well, I mean literally. I almost knocked myself over chasing after P-Tink.”
“She got loose?”
“Yes, and went straight for him.”
“Did you know he was there?”
“No, how could I?”
He shrugs.
I sigh. “He didn’t have his shirt on when it happened.”
“Oooh, and . . .”
“Not your type. Beautiful. But too little body hair for you to get excited about.”
“He was shirtless when you ran into him? Was he sweaty?” Zach smiles big. “Did he get his sweat on you?”
I blush and groan. “Yes.”
“I like it. And then what?”
“And then we walked back through the trail and I came home.”
“Liar!”
“We talked.”
“About?”
“I don’t know. Favorite way to spend an evening, ice cream, movies, I don’t know, stuff.”
“He’s trying to find out what you like.”
I wish.
“No, he’s not.”
“Trust me. Men do not ask women about their favorite anything unless they want to know for a reason.”
“He was just making conversation.”
Zach waves his hand in the air, dismissing my statement.
