Page 32 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
We disconnect the call and I make my way back to my deck.
“There you are,” my dad says. “We have a couple rooms just down the way as well as brunch reservations at ten o’clock. Does that work?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll meet you there.”
We say our goodbyes and within a few minutes, I am blissfully alone.
I turn to switch off the lights and see Mason’s baseball cap on the kitchen counter. I pick it up. Of course, it’s a Seattle Seahawks hat. The people in Seattle are crazy about their Seahawks. And not even just Seattle, it’s all the surrounding areas and counties as well. I place it on my head, it drops low over my eyes.
He has a big head.
Which makes me think maybe hisother headis big too, making me giggle.
And that is how Mason walks in on me when he returns for his hat.
“Oh.” I pull the hat from my head. “I was just—”
Just what, Willow?
“Stealing my hat?” He smiles. My face heats. “You a fan?” he asks.
“I’m not much of a Seahawks fan, I’m afraid.”
He gasps and places his hand over his heart. “If not the ’hawks, then who?”
“Um, no one, really.”
“You don’t watch football?” he asks.
“I don’t really understand it, to be honest.”
“I’ll explain it to you.”
“Now?”
Because I’d be fine with that. You can stay.
“No.” He laughs again. “Next home game, we’ll get nachos and beer and I’ll teach you the ropes. What do you say?”
I say yes!
Wait—is he asking me out?
“AshLynn isn’t really one for sports,” I say.
His face falls.
If I’m not mistaken, I think he forgot about her.
A car horn sounds from outside.
“Speak of the devil,” he mumbles.
I hand him his hat. His fingers brush against mine as he takes it from me. A shiver runs through me.
“I’d better go,” he says. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.”
P-Tink follows him to the door and whimpers after he leaves.
“I know what you mean, P-Tink. I feel the same way.”
