Page 59 of Mase
“You deserve to be happy, Summer, and trust me, Mase Campbell is going to make you happy.” Gia pats my hand, and all the girls nod with smiles almost as wide as my own.
“She’s right, you do,” Travis adds, and I smile at my best friend.
Thank you, I mouth back to him, and he grins.
“Poor Reed looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” Emi comments, and we all look in his direction.
“Is he always so…” Travis thinks for a moment. “Intense?”
“Yes.” Gia smiles proudly, and we all nod. You can see thelove pouring from them just by a simple look, and it’s so adorable.
“He got lumbered with leading the donkey round the grounds. I’m pretty sure Tate used entertaining Bryce as an excuse not to take his turn.” Emi smiles, and I steal a glance at Tate; he’s in a pop-up soccer net playing the goalkeeper while Bryce takes shots at him. Reed’s eyes bore into him like lasers, and I smile at the anger radiating from him. He looks like he’s seconds away from detonating. His face is getting redder by the second, his eyes are sharpening, and I can even see his chest heaving from where we sit. Definitely wound up.
“He looks…” Emi muses, then tilts her head from side to side. “A little angsty.”
“He looks like he’s about to blow a fucking stack,” Ava tacks on, making us all giggle at her blunt words.
Gia pops another chip in her mouth nonchalantly, then sits back and crosses her legs, a smile playing on her lips like she’s watching a movie. “Let’s see how this plays out.”
MASE
My phone pings again.
Reed: You’re up next, Mase.
Mase: It’s my party.
Reed: And?
Mase: You said you’d help.
Reed: Help, not run the damn show.
I roll my eyes.
Reed: If I knew I was here as childcare, I’d have hired a damn nanny.
Tate: Dramatic much?
Reed: You’re not the one being lumberedwith this…
He sends a photo of the donkey with Eleanor sitting on its back, a toothy grin on her face and her lips and teeth coated in pink icing.
Shaw: Aw, that’s my girl. She loves her uncle Ree-Reed.
Reed: Come and sort ‘your girl’ out. She wants you.
Shaw: Pretty sure she’s shouting for Ree-Ree.
Reed: Fuck you! Where the hell are you anyway?
Shaw: Cinema room. Hot as fuck out there.
I glance up to see Reed turn an even deeper shade of red and shake my head on a chuckle.
Owen: Sorry I’m missing it guys. Romeo is still puking.
Poor kid has got the same stomach bug Owen’s wife, Laya, just recovered from. There’s no way in hell I want him risking bringing that over to the party.
