Page 18 of If You Could Only See
Shane~
My mind wasstill a little shell-shockedover what Branson had said, but before I could form a response tohis words, I felt a hand latch onto my arm and yank mebackwards.
But if I thought I hadfelt shell-shocked before that was nothing compared to what I wasfeeling when I looked up to see that it was Mason Buchanan with hishand wrapped around my arm.
Mason FuckingBuchanan.
First it wasMichael and Gabriel acting weirdly, now Mason??
Mason shoved me behindhim, putting me in a pocket of surrounding Buchanan men; Aidenbehind me and the twins on either side of me.
Whatin thehell?
Mason wastaller than Branson, so he was peering down at him when he asked,“Do you want to tell me why inthe fuck you had your hands on my girl, Morgan?”
Holycrap!
Hisgirl??
His. Girl????
Apparently,Branson wasn’t as smart as hiseducation suggested, because he puffed his chest up and snappedback, “Since when is Shane Slaughter your girl,Buchanan?”
Masongrowled-and full disclosurehere-it made my lady parts tingle a little. “Since always, youasshole, so stay the fuck away from her.”
Since always?
What the in the nameof all that’s holy???
How much did Idrink?
Then, suddenly,I wonderedif someone hadspiked one of my beers, because...come oooonnnnnn…
I leaned myhead to the side to get a peekand Michael graciously allowed me a little room. I could see acouple of guys line in behind Branson, and I supposed those werehis friends.
This wasnot good.
No bueno.
No bueno, at all.
“If that’s truethen why haven’t I ever seenyou with her? Don’t get all fucked in the head because sheobviously turned you down but had no problem letting me put myhands on her,” he smirked and that’s when I realized he was baskingin the idea that he upped one over on Mason.
I didn’tunderstandwhat was going on,but I wasn’t going to stay silent and let Branson throw out skewedversions of the truth. I stepped to the side so they could hear me,and while all three Buchanan brothers stepped with me, I couldstill stand next to Mason. “It’s not true,” I clarified for anyonewho could hear the exchange between the two men.
Branson looked at me.“What’s not true?”
I didn’t darelook at Mason as I addressedBranson. “I was just dancing, and you came up behind me andput your hands on my hips. That’s all that happened. I turnedaround and asked you what you were doing, and you just kept yourhands where they were.” I cleared my throat and spoke louder.“You’re trying to make it sound like something itwasn’t.”
Branson’s lipcurled in disgust. “Oh, so youget caught with me and you’re trying to save face in front of yourboyfriend,” he accused.
“Mason’s not-”
“I’dthinkcarefully about whatyou’re planning on saying or doing next, Morgan,” Mason snappedout, interrupting me. “Because if it’s not an apology or if it’snot to get the fuck away from Shane, I will kick your ass untilyour buddies, there, have to carry you home.”
My eyes widenedas Bransongave Mason an evilsmile and said, “Bring it, Buchanan. All these other people mightthink the sun shines out of your ass, but I know you’re nothing buta bitch. And once Shane realizes it, too, I will be balls deep inher pu-”
I felt twohands snatch me by my upperarms and haul me back right before Mason’s right fist pulled backand landed with a sickening crack against Branson’sface.
