Page 80 of Mr. Almost

He leads me over to the pile of blankets and pillows and pulls me down next to him.

“Would you like a glass of champagne?” he asks as he pulls a bottle out of a bucket I hadn’t seen.

Instinctively, I cringe.

“Or not. I have wine, whiskey, water, and I might have a box of tea somewhere…” he rambles off.

“I can drink champagne, it’s fine.”

Mason raises a brow. He hates when I take whatever he gives without complaint. He keeps telling me to be honest.

“Okay, fine. I hate the stuff.”

“Thank God. I do too,” he mutters as he puts it back into the bucket.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Then why did you buy it?”

He shrugs. “I wanted to impress you.”

Leaning forward, I rest my hand on his leg. “You don’t have to try and impress me by buying fancy things like champagne. I’m a simple girl and just want you for you.”

Mason chuckles as he grabs me by the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. When he breaks away, he rests his forehead against mine. “The last thing I would call you is simple, but I hear you. Now tell me, what do you want to drink?

“Either tea or water, please. I’d rather not drink in case Ari needs us.”

“Got it.” He leans in and steals another kiss before jumping up.

I bite my lip as I watch him walk away.

This man.

Turning, I lean against the propped-up pillows and stare at the fire.

This is insane.

If you would have told me a month ago that I would behaving a date night at home, or a date period with Mason, I would have called you a liar.

“Here we go.”

Turning my head, I see Mason step back into view, carrying a tray.

“Do you need help?” I ask as I sit up.

Mason shakes his head. “Relax, I got this. Let me spoil you.”

I can’t help but smile as he carefully sets the tray down between us. On it, he has two drinks, along with a bunch of little finger foods. Some I recognize, but some I don’t.

“This looks great.”

“Charles is one hell of a chef. Half the time, I don’t know what I’m eating.”

“That sounds risky.”

“Normally I would agree, but Charles has worked for me for so long that if he sets it in front of me, I know I’ll like it, no questions asked.”

“Well then, I can’t wait to try it,” I say as I pick up a little crostini with some type of berry jam and cheese on it.

“Cheers,” Mason says as he picks one up, tapping it against the side of mine.

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