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“M-Mason. This is crazy.”

Mason smiled the most breathtaking smile I’d ever seen. My hands dropped to my sides as he looked deeply into my eyes and slowly shook his head while his hands gently cradled my face.

“No, Saylor. This is love.”

When it was over, we took a few pictures, and I couldn’t help but notice how Kate kept brushing up against me or touching me any chance she got.

The priest’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Godparents, are you ready to help them in their duty of Christian parents?”

I, along with my sister-in-law’s sister Kate, both said, “Yes.”

“Mason, snap the hell out of it. Do you need a blowjob or something?”

My mouth dropped open. “What?”

Annie rolled her eyes. “You need to relax. You’re tense and moody as hell. Does this have anything to do with the gorgeous blonde you were drooling all over earlier tonight?

Mason snapped his head to look at Annie. “Since when did you start drinking rum, Annie?”

She laughed and pushed on Mason’s chest lightly. “Hush up, Mason.”

With a chuckle, Mason shook his head and looked at Joshua. “Watch your back, Joshua, Annie here is a lawyer. She represents a number of large companies in the New York area.”

His eyes swept over my body quickly before his brown eyes caught my hazel. “You look beautiful, Ms. Night.”

Before I could respond, a beautiful blonde walked up and wrapped her arm around Mason’s.

I stood, my body trembling. “I see. So you got your fuck in anyway, didn’t you? Couldn’t have me, felt too guilty to screw Natalie with me in the other room, so you went for option number three. Nice. I see your reputation precedes you.”

When I was almost to your apartment, well, I realized I had no right being there. You’ve made it clear you’re not interested in me, so I left. I called a friend and went to her place.”

It felt like someone hit me right in the middle of my chest. “Her place?”

“Yeah, Annie’s an old . . . friend of mine.”

Annie Davies. She had been my cousin Sterling’s flavor of the month a few years back. Not that I took his scraps, but hell, when they look like Annie with a body to boot, then yeah. I’ll take my cousins sloppy seconds. And to top off the British accent, she was an amazing fuck.

“You busy tonight, Annie?”

“For you? No. I heard you’re living in Manhattan now. Want me to come to your place?”

“Looks like I’m not staying after all.”

He frowned. “Sorry dude.”

I smiled. “Oh, don’t be sorry. My night’s about to turn around.”

Hitting the number, I waited for Annie to answer.

“Bloody hell, if it isn’t Mason Quinn.”