Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,22
to get on her bad side.”
“I guess I could go. If that’s okay with you, Mason.”
“Yeah. Sure.” He took a sip of his beer.
“I better get going, bro. Thanks for the beer and pizza. I’ll see you tomorrow night. And I’ll see you there as well.” Nathan smiled as he pointed at me.
Mason collected the beer bottles and took them over to the sink.
“Are you sure you don’t mind me joining your family for dinner tomorrow? I can always tell your mom I already have other plans.”
“It’s fine. Like Nathan said, you don’t want to get on her bad side.”
“You seem bothered she invited me,” I spoke as I got up from the table and grabbed the pizza box.
“I’m not bothered. I just find it a little strange because family dinner has always been just for family. It makes me wonder what she’s up to.”
“You’re right. I’m not family and I shouldn’t be there. Just tell her I couldn’t make it.” I turned away and started walking to my room.
Suddenly, I felt his hand grip my arm.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Sara.” His eyes stared into mine. “I want you to come tomorrow.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Mason.”
“Goodnight.”
I went to my room, shut the door and leaned against it as I took in a deep breath.
Chapter 18
Mason
What the hell was my mother thinking by inviting Sara to our family dinner? It was bad enough we lived together, and I had to control the strong sexual attraction I felt towards her. I was sitting at the island drinking my coffee when she walked over to the cabinet in her short nightshirt that barely covered her ass as she reached up to grab a cup. My cock twitched, and if I didn’t do something quick, I’d be hard in a matter of seconds.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning.” She turned around and flashed me a smile before popping in a k-cup into the Keurig.
“How did you sleep?” I asked.
“Great.” She grinned as she took her coffee and went to her bedroom.
I sighed as I got up from my seat and took a shower. When I finished, I got dressed and noted how quiet the apartment seemed. Walking out into the living area, I called Sara’s name. No answer. So I knocked on the door to her bedroom and waited. When she didn’t answer, I slowly opened the door and looked inside. She wasn’t in there.
After meeting two of my buddies from the station for lunch, I ran some errands and headed back to the apartment. Sara still wasn’t home. It was five o’clock, and we needed to be at my mother’s house at six. Pulling out my phone, I sent her a text message.
“Family dinner is at six o’clock.”
“I know. I’ll be there by six.”
I stared at her message in confusion because I thought we were going together, but I guess she had other plans.
“Hello, darling.” My mother smiled as I stepped into the kitchen.
“Hey, Mom.” I kissed her on the cheek.
“Where’s Sara?”
“She’s on her way.”
“You two didn’t come together?”
“No. She was out all day.”
I walked into the living room where I saw Elijah holding Mila and talking to Tommy.
“Hey, Tommy.” I shook his hand. “Good to see you again.”
“You too, Mason.” A smile crossed his face. “If you boys will excuse me, I’m going to see if your mother needs any help in the kitchen.”
“Hey, pretty girl.” I held out my arms to Mila. “It’s good to see Tommy back in the picture.”
“Yeah. What a difference. Mom was in the best mood today. It was kind of weird.”
“Speaking of weird, did you know Mom invited Sara to dinner?”
“Yeah. She told me. I don’t think it’s weird. She is your roommate.” He turned and poured himself another scotch. “Scotch?”
“No thanks. She’s not family, bro.”
“Apparently, Mom thinks she is since the two of you are living together.”
“Where’s Aspen?” I asked as I set Mila down.
“She’s on her way. She got tied up with a client.”
“And Nathan?”
“I’m right here, douchebag.” He slapped me on the back of the head.
“Bro, knock it off.” I punched his arm.
“Boys, dinner is ready,” my mother spoke from the foyer.
“Where’s Sara?” Nathan whispered in my ear. “Did she change her mind?”
“No. She said she’ll meet me here.”
Just as I said that, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, Sara stood there holding a white box.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She smiled as she stepped inside. “I brought a pie.”
“My mother will love that.” I took the box from her. “Thanks.”
“Sara, darling. I’m so