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Honestly, I should get some kind of award for being able tonotreact to them. Though if I did, Mason would likely drag me right off to the psych ward and lock me up.
“It’s really quite adorable,”Miss Rose agreed, and I gritted my teeth to stop the sharp reply I had for them both.“Matty is Jamie made over, and Ronen is Bash.”
“Oh, Ro has plenty of that Sinclair blood in him, don’t you worry.”Gigi declared, sounding a bit proud.“He’s a good mixture of them both.”
I deserved an Oscar for keeping my face from not responding to them. An Emmy at the very least.
“Yeah, so…” Mason rubbed his neck again, his cheeks turning an even darker shade of pink.
“Is Mason blushing?”Emily whispered,“Ohhh, this should be good!”
“So?” I prodded, tapping a finger against the wood counter briskly.
“It might have fallen into my bath.”
I blinked. Hard. Then blinked once more for good measure. Then very slowly, I said, “It fell in your bath?”
His top teeth scraped across his bottom lip, and my eyes were drawn to the movement. What would he do if I nipped that lip when I kissed him? Would he like it? Would he moan in my ear?
Whoa, back that truck right the fuck up. No. Nope. Not happening. We weren’t going down that track.
Mason nodded his dark red head vigorously. “I tried to dry it out, but it’s all warped and you probably don’t want it back. I meant to tell you when it happened, and then I just–”
“You were reading in the bath, and you dropped the book?” I clarified.
“Anyone else wondering what he was doing in that bath when he dropped that book?”Gigi snickered.
“I can think of a few things,”Miss Rose snorted.
“Maybe we need to haunt the good sheriff, ladies,”Emily plotted, and I turned my head to glare at all three of them.
Thankfully, Mason probably thought I was just trying to gather my thoughts and my temper and not glaring at three meddling ghosts.
“Look,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper, even though we were the only ones in the library this morning. Besides, the three eavesdropping ghosts perched behind me. “It’s a rather…steamy book, okay.”
Turning slowly back to him, confusion was stamped across my face.
“What does that–never mind!” My voice rose an octave on the last two words.
Surely, he hadn’t been…pleasuring himself while reading in the tub? I would not think about that…I would not think about that…I wouldnotthink about that.
“I’m adding the replacement cost of the book to your account.”
“Do you want the book back?”
Was that a grin on his face? Why was he grinning at me like that? And that mischievous gleam in his eyes? What was that about? Surely, he could not realize where my mind had travelledto, or the in-living color images it had conjured up. Of him. In the bath. Stroking his…nope, we were not going there!
“I do not! It’s yours now! Enjoy!” Sliding his newly checked out books across to him, I prayed he would take my cue and leave.
Mason snickered, tucking his new books under his arm and turning on his boots.
“Oh, believe me, I did. Super steamy. One of the steamiest books I’ve read in a long while.”
Chapter Four
Mason
Ronen S. Sinclair was about the sexiest thing on two legs I had ever come across.
