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Mason.
He appears suddenly in the doorway looking frantic, his eyes darting around.My mouth parts and then our eyes lock.If misery were a picture blended with fury, that’s what I see.
The car turns, breaking our connection, and tears pour down my face.
I drop it into my hands and let them flow.
It’s over.
I’ll likely never see him again.
Mason Kingsley.
Whether I am happy about this or not, I think he’s the love of my life.
The one I could never have.
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CHECK-IN IS fast, andpeople keep staring at me like I’m some runaway bride in my gown, sneakers and backpack.
The streaky mascara probably doesn’t help.
I buy a burger and Coke and sit down on one of the uncomfortable seats outside customs to eat.I want to buy a book to read on the plane.I doubt I’ll be able to sleep or focus on a movie.
I glance at my phone, which is already on airplane mode, and hover my finger over the option to turn it off.
Mason has likely messaged.
Don’t.
It will just hurt.He’ll be mad.Then I’ll have to think about it all the way home.
Licking my fingers and drinking down the last of the soda, I stand and toss the rubbish into the trash.Then I grab my backpack and carry-on luggage and head toward the Barnes & Noble.
I roam the shelves until I find a mafia romance,The Darkest King.A CEO billionaire who’s also a former US Marine.He’s met a pretty event planner who is secretly a mafia princess.A fake relationship, enemies to lovers.
Perfect.
A gritty, spicy romance by Juliette N.Banks.
This will keep me occupied.
I buy it, slide it into my backpack and head toward the customs entrance.
A sign announcing you are leaving the United States makes my heart thud.
Bye, Mason.
“Lexi!”A loud growl from behind me has me spinning around.
The most beautiful man in the world stands several feet from me, panting, with his white shirt undone, his navy jacket loose on his shoulders.His hair is ruffled and his eyes wild.
A sob escapes, and he begins to stride toward me.
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MASON
