He laughed. “I have no doubt, but we’re not enemies right now so…” He indicated the table. “Maybe we should act like project partners instead?”
SAMANTHA
“Hey there, my sister.”
I lowered my book as my stepbrother Mark opened the front door and came out to the porch, a smirk on his face. He looked freshly showered and smelled it, too, as he gestured for me to move my legs so he could sit next to me.
I scowled. “I was comfortable.”
He shrugged, stretching his long legs in front of him. “You’ll get over it. You know where my mom is?”
I shook my head. “She was gone when I came over this morning. I assume she’s at the country club. One of her friends has a new obsession with wedding events.”
He groaned, tipping his head back and pinching the top of his nose. “Great. My mom will start thinking she’s a wedding planner now.” He glanced at me. “Is she starting to harp on you and Mason?”
I hid a grin. “Because we both know she’s not harping on you and Cass.”
Mark was Malinda’s son, and he’d been staying at his girlfriend’s house since he came home for summer break. Cass was a point of contention. Malinda hated her, and Mark wouldn’t break up with her. I’d been a little sad when I learned he’d be staying there instead of at home. Mark was the only one from Fallen Crest Academy, my old school, who got along with Mason and Logan. Plus, it would’ve been nice to spend time with the guy who actually was an official brother to me.
He grunted, stretching out even farther. “I think she’s hoping to help your mom with her wedding, actually.”
I straightened in my seat. “Are you serious?”
He nodded, yawning. “She likes to try to be on good terms with everyone.” He gave me a reassuring grin. “I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s probably doing it to spy on Analise more than anything. My mom won’t let yours hurt you again. She was bawling the night of the Christmas party last year.”
I was taken aback. That was the first time I’d seen my mom again, and I hadn’t been fully prepared. “That wasn’t Malinda’s fault.”
“But she saw your mom hurt you, and it was under her roof. You know how she is.”
I frowned. I didn’t like hearing that at all. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No. Leave it. She’ll worry anyway. Just let her do her thing. That settles her, at least a bit.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Oh!” He suddenly shot up. “Hey, today’s the day, isn’t it?”
“What day?”
“The day Adam and Mason work together. Right? Or did I get that wrong?”
I’d walked into the bathroom this morning to find Mason looking over his wounds from the night before. I’d forgotten he had to meet up with Adam this morning. I should’ve felt some sympathy for my boyfriend, but as I took in the sight of his hardened and ripped body in only his boxers, that was the last thing on my mind. Even though we were both hurting, a minute later I’d been on the counter with my legs wrapped around his waist as he was sliding inside.
My neck grew hot. I coughed. “Oh yeah? That was today?”
He rolled his eyes. “Like you didn’t remember. I half-thought you’d be there, spying on Mason while my mom’s spying on some wedding.”
There was already a scheduled wedding to spy on, but I didn’t say that. “Right. Like I’m the type to do that?”
“Uh, yeah. You are. When it comes to Malinda, anyone is the type. I know how she can talk a rock into pretending to be a pet dog. My mom’s got skills.” He shook his head. “Skills I wish I had.”
I was going with a gut hunch here. “Cass problems?”
He cringed. “Let’s not discuss my girlfriend. What about you? Mom said you’re staying with Mason at Helen’s now?”
I nodded. It still felt weird being in her house. Mason had said I was welcome there. Logan would’ve said the same. But the person who owned the house probably had a different opinion. And I couldn’t shake the uneasiness I felt being there, especially with Mason at work during the days now.
Hence the reason Mark found me on my stepmother’s porch.
“Uh, let’s skip that topic, too.”
He grinned crookedly. “Okay. Enough with this. Let’s go do something.”
I was down. Whatever it was, I didn’t care. No Logan. No Mason. No Heather even. (Too soon after last night’s debacle. She would’ve broken down in apologies again.) I was in dire need of keeping my days occupied.
Maybe that was why I found myself making a suggestion as we got into his car.