Page 67 of Mr. Almost

“Well, I know you didn’t eat much this morning and I’m hungry, so I thought we could go grab some lunch.”

Mason reaches over and grabs my hand and pulls it into his lap as he weaves his fingers through mine.

“I’d like that,” I say softly.

He squeezes my hand. “Good. Are you in the mood for anything specific?”

“Surprise me,” I tell him as I relax into the seat.

“With pleasure.”

For the rest of the ride, the only sound in the car is the radio,neither of us feeling the need to fill the silence with mindless chatter. We have things we need to discuss, but I don’t feel the need to force it to happen right this second. It’s nice to just be in someone else’s presence and not have to be on.

Mason comes to a stop outside of a building and I look around.

“Where are we?” I ask as he puts the car in park.

“This is Pleasure.”

I raise my brow, making Mason chuckle.

“I know, not the best name, but the food is fucking fantastic.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I tease.

“Sit tight,” Mason says as he lets go of my hand and gets out of the car.

I watch as he comes around the hood of the car and gives the keys to the valet before opening my door.

“My lady,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Such a gentleman,” I quip as I put my hand in his.

As soon as I’m out of the car, he pulls me into his body and whispers into my ear. “We both know I’m only a gentleman when I need to be,” he says before lightly biting the shell of my ear, making me breathless. “Now let’s go in and eat some food before I eat you.”

“Mason,” I scold with no heat as he pulls away.

“Too soon?”

“Just a little bit,” I tell him honestly.

While I’m completely on board, I’m still scared that this house of cards will come crashing down around us, and I’ll be the one left paying the price.

I only just decided I wanted to give this a real go, like twenty minutes ago. I need time to let my mind settle. Come to terms with my new reality.

“Got it. I’ll move a bit slower.”

“Not too slow,” I tell him, making him smile.

“Not too slow,” he repeats, kissing the back of my hand.

Mason ushers me into the restaurant, and the hostess leads us back to a table right away.

“Thank you,” I say as Mason pulls out my chair for me to sit.

“You’re welcome,” he says as he takes a seat next to me.

“What are you doing?”

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