“Your mom?”
“Probably.” I rested my hands on my knees and looked up at him. “Does that make me crazy? She hasn’t even done anything. I saw a car she was in, and I saw her walking one morning, but she’s in here.” I straightened and pointed to my head. “She’s like a fucking worm. She got in here, and I feel her wiggling around. I want her out, Mason, but she won’t go.”
“Maybe you should go see her.”
“What?” I stopped. He couldn’t have suggested that, not him.
He leaned back against his seat, resting an arm on his open door. “She’s here. You know it. She knows it. The wedding is only a month away.”
I sucked in my breath. I’d forgotten about the wedding. “Am I supposed to go to that?” Or worse— “Am I supposed to help with that?”
He looked ready to say something, then thought better of it.
“What?”
He held his hands up in the air. “It’s not that I was keeping this from you; I just heard it once, and I forgot to say something because I figured you knew.”
“Mason,” I warned, keeping my eyes locked on him. “Tell me. Now.”
He groaned. “I thought Malinda said something to you. Honest to God, that’s why I didn’t say anything the one time I thought about it. But she’s been helping your mom with the wedding.”
“What?”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Sam. I really am. I honestly thought you knew.”
Had Malinda said something? Maybe. “She talks to my mom, and she’s been on this whole kick to spy on other weddings. It makes sense.”
He softened his voice. “Is that what all this is about?”
“What do you mean?”
His eyes softened, and he moved toward me. His hand touched the underside of my chin, and he lifted my head so I was looking up at him. His thumb rubbed over my cheek in a loving caress.
“You went to Channing’s fight without me. You’re working at a carnival. Now you’re running like you used to. Is this all about your mom, and now the gun incident last night, or is there something else going on?”
Was there something else? I felt that storm in me, pressing to get out, rising up, exploding. I shook my head. I couldn’t even talk about it. “If I knew, I would tell you.”
“Okay.” He pulled me to his chest, cradling my head there. His lips brushed my forehead. He smoothed a hand down my hair, rubbing over my back in comfort. “You don’t have to push it. When you know, I’m here.”
I closed my eyes and rested.
Logan was waiting outside when we pulled into the driveway at home.
“He texted. He wanted to talk to you,” Mason told me as he parked.
“Hey—” Logan started as we got out of the Escalade to head inside.
Mason went on ahead, and I held a hand up, stopping Logan. “If you’re here to apologize or reassure me you’re not going anywhere, you don’t have to.”
He frowned, raking a hand through his hair and grabbing a fistful. “Really?” He gestured behind him. “It’s just that Taylor reamed us out, and I thought maybe—”
“I didn’t go running because I was worried about losing you and Mason.” I cocked my head to the side. “Well, I did, but it wasn’t all about that.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Some of it’s about my mom, and there’s other stuff. I’ll be fine. I promise. I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you thought.”
“I know you aren’t, but I still feel bad.”
I grinned. “So Taylor reamed you out?”
He laughed, his hand falling from his hair. His shoulders seemed to loosen. “Yeah, and Mason came out shirtless in the middle of it. Another time and place, and I would’ve been all over him for doing that. I think he came out to find you.”
I tried to hold in my grin. “And he found your girlfriend instead.”
“Good thing I’m Logan Kade. I mean, come on. If I wasn’t the #sexmachine, I might’ve felt a little self-conscious.” His eyes grew thoughtful. “I’d never noticed how ripped he is. I think he needs to cut back on some of his training. He’s lean cuisine now. Does it hurt? When you’re bumping and grinding against him? Do all those hard muscles give you road rash or something?”
I clapped him on the shoulder, turning for the house. “Stop while you’re ahead.”
“But—”
“Stop, Logan.”
“Okay.” He sighed, reaching around me and opening the door.
Nate, Matteo, and Mark waited for us inside. No Taylor, and no Mason.