Page 18 of Just One Touch (The Carter Brothers 2)

“That’s great news, well not for Greta but for me. I can’t believe she would stoop this low,” I breathe out. Mason’s hand finds mine, he’s been calm this whole time, he really is my rock.

“That’s not all, while I was on the phone with them, I asked for your contracts since you were assigned to Greta. I’m going to take this week to go over them, but I have a feeling I’m going to find some discrepancies.” You can tell he’s a cutthroat lawyer by the way he’s taking care of so much more than he needed to.

“Thank you, John. We appreciate all the trouble you’ve gone through for us.” Mason states as he stands up and comes to stand behind me.

“No problem, it’s not hard work. Might take some time though, but in the meantime you have nothing to worry about.” He hands me a document to sign, stating his fees and what he’ll be doing. I have no problem signing on the dotted line and closing a piece of my past.

“Yes, thank you for all of your help,” I say after I finish signing and then we make our way out to Mason’s car.

“That wasn’t too bad,” Mason is leaning against the car. He really is a work of art, no matter what he wears, but when he’s in a suit with a pair of his aviator sunglasses on, a five o’clock shadow whispering on his jaw, it has to be my favorite look of his.

“It wasn’t, and I have you to thank for that. I can’t wait till we’re both home tonight,” I’m already thinking of ways I’m going to repay him for putting my mind at ease. Of course, it won’t be monetary. I know all too well how that would fly over with Mason, I know just how I’ll thank him, much later.

“I’d do anything for you,” he gently kisses my neck.

We climb inside his car and he takes me to my condo to pack while he works, and then Heath, Rome, and Mason will help his mom and I load everything up.

26

Mason

“Mason Alexander Carter!” Mom comes down the front steps of the condo waving her hands, the minute I step out of my car.

“Yes, mom. ” When she pulls out the middle name, all of us boys know we screwed up somehow. I’m just wondering what I did now.

“Why didn’t you tell me Quinny was having so much trouble with that no good, lying, dirty agent of hers.”

“I’m assuming Quinn filled you in. We didn’t want to say anything until we knew what was going on. John is taking care of it, and we were going to tell everyone once things settled down,” I kiss her cheek, hoping like hell my answer will calm her down some.

“That’s still no excuse, I even told Quinn that. We’re a family, and family sticks together,” she slaps my shoulder to get her point across.

“We won’t leave you in the dark next time, if there even is a next time. How are things going here?”

“I hope your closets are empty, the girl likes her clothes. Not that I can blame her, you know I have a closet full of shoes alone, myself,” she laughs and heads towards the door.

We walk inside and there’s boxes stacked every square inch of what was once the living room.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out before taking out my phone to text Rome and Heath.

Me: Bring the trucks, I think Quinn put Summer to shame in the packing department.

Heath: You’re so screwed.

Rome: I find that hard to believe, have you met my wife?

Me: Just wait.

I go upstairs and find Quinn, she’s surrounded by bags of clothes.

“Uh, babe. I don’t know how to tell you this. I mean our house is big and all, but where are you going to put all these clothes?”

“This is all to be donated. While I was on location, brands would send me everything and I never felt like dealing with it, so I just stored it here while I was gone. I promise, I’m not a clothes hoarder. Well, not too much,” she gets up from where she was standing. She’s changed from this morning, her hair is piled on top of her head, in this knot thing, she’s in shorts, and a white ribbed tank top. I can see her lace bra perfectly through it, and I let out a growl, when she gets closer to me.

“Damn, you look good,” I reply and then sweep her up off her feet. Quinn’s legs wrap around me when I find the nearest wall, propping her up against it.

I sip at her lips, it’s slow yet all-consuming the way she kisses me back.

“I missed you,” she murmurs, her forehead against mine when we finally pull apart.

“Missed you, baby. More than I can describe,” my hips thrust and I know she can feel every inch of me that’s aching and ready for her.

---