Page 54 of Stolen Moments

Not Emery. She’s into me because she genuinely likes me, no other reason or agenda.

I still have a demanding career, but with her, I want to make her a priority. Emery understands my passion for the work I do and has been supportive without judgment. She’s a game-changer.

My phone is snatched out of my hand, and before I can beat the culprit’s ass, he’s sitting across from me with a smug smile.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Eli looks down at my phone curiously.

I flash him a cocky smirk. He might have taken my phone, but I always lock it. He can’t read the messages.

Cameron takes the seat next to me and smacks me on the back. “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, nothing. Just grouchy Mason here, smiling at his phone.”

I wasn’t smiling.Was I?

Whatever. Eli is just trying to rile up Cam, who takes the bait.

“Please tell me it’s because of a girl.”

The waitress arrives, interrupting Cameron. She takes our orders and leaves, promising to return with our beers.

“So, Cam, when do you leave for your next away game?” I take a sip of my water, evading his interrogation.

“You know I leave next week.” He points at me. “Don’t change the subject. You’ve been in a rather good mood lately, which means you’re getting laid. So, tell me… Who is she? Hot airport girl? Please tell me it’s Hot Airport Girl.”

The server places our beers on the table and runs a hand up Cam’s arm as she walks away. He doesn’t seem affected by itanymore, but that can’t be easy—strange women always touching him without permission. I cringe at the thought.

“Who’s Hot Airport Girl?”

“No one,” I grunt at Eli. I reach out to grab my beer, taking a big gulp. The cool liquid does nothing to soothe my irritation.

Fucking Cam and his big mouth. I don’t want my brothers in my business. The less they know about Emery, the better. I’m not ready to share her with the group yet. We don’t even live in the same city.

Cameron snaps his fingers, a huge grin on his face. “What’s her name again? Emily? Everly?”

“Emery.” I blurt.

Fuck.He’s got me.

“Ha! Gotcha fucker. I remembered her name. How could I forget? That chick was fucking hot. I do not forget hot chicks’ names.”

My hackles rise and before I can stop myself, I cuff him behind the head. “Shut the fuck up, kid.”

“Oh, this is serious, Cam. Mason’s getting angry,” Eli taunts. He turns to me and shakes his head. “Can’t believe you fell for that. You know how he is.”

“Fuckers,” I grumble, sagging in defeat.

I totally fell for it, but the thought of my brother—or anyone for that matter—thinking about how hot Emery is pisses me off. Because she is hot.

Fucking hot.

And there is nothing I can do about it. Emery turns heads wherever she goes, with her big topaz eyes, thick caramel-colored hair, long muscular legs, and plump red lips.

She’s gorgeous. And mine.

Eli picks up his beer and takes a sip, watching my face as my thoughts play out. I try to school my features, but Eli is a master at reading people.

“Tell me about her.”

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