Page 8 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“I’m the one installing it.”
He pretend yawns. “So boring. Is that all?”
“Yeah, why, do you have somewhere to be?”
“If you must know,” he says. “I have someone here with me.”
I gasp. “Are you in bed, is that why the camera is so close to your face? Wait, did you just get a facial? Why does your skin look so good?”
“No, I did not just get a facial. I’m always this pretty. But I am in bed. Because one of us should be getting laid, and I vote me. I have that post-sex glow.”
“Nicely done, Mister Thornton. Is he cute? Do you like him? Is he your new boyfriend?” I ask my questions rapidly, knowing he plans to disconnect the call at any moment.
He turns the phone, bringing a large hairy man with a gag over his mouth into view.
“This is William,” Zach says. “William, this is my one true love, Willow. You may say hello.” He pans the camera to William’s hands, both of which are tied to the bed post. William wiggles his fingers at me. I wiggle mine back.
“Go back to what you were doing. Thank you for taking my call. Sorry for interrupting. Love you,” I say as I hit end. I grab both the middle and the faucet from the left side and put them in my cart. Then head toward the check-out lines.
