Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,62

Mason has his hands wrapped around my hips and is pulling me back into his warm embrace.

“See you Thursday,’’ my dad chokes out, before turning around and leaving.

I’m watching the kitchen door where he left and jump when my Nan runs in looking horrified.

“What on earth is going on?’’ I yelp.

“Are you in labour? Are you? Have you eaten? Did I see you eat anything?’’ she cackles, her giggle high pitched and wild.

“What are you going on about?’’ I ask at the same time Mason mutters, “Fuck me.’’

“Did that, and it got me pregnant,’’ I mutter dryly before turning back to my Nan. “Now what is going on Nan? You’re acting crazy... Okay crazier.’’

“I’m fine. I’m not crazy, but that Joan woman is. Do you see the way she keeps eyeing me? It’s making me nervous and jittery...oh, maybe that’s her plan. She wants to get me at my lowest, catch me off guard before she strikes,’’ she shouts out.

“Who’s striking who?’’ Max asks strutting in and taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

“He’s another too,’’ Nan whispers, her eyes narrowing on Max who just grunts before folding his arms on the breakfast bar and burying his head in them.

“Another what, Mary?’’ Mason asks amused.

“Another one that can’t stop staring at me and it’s going to blow my chances with Myles,’’ she says dead serious, which makes me choke on a laugh once again. Mason and Max both collapse into a fit of laughter, the noise gaining everyone’s attention from the front room and bringing them into the kitchen. Joan is the first one in, walking beside Mark. Myles and Charlie behind and a few other people, but I can’t see Harlow or Malik anywhere.

“Home,’’ Myles mouths and then winces when Nan walks over to him.

“How about that dance now?’’ she giggles, her hands slapping over her mouth which in turn, makes her giggle louder, Joan following in her own set of laughter.

“Something is seriously going on. Did someone drug them?’’ I ask out loud.

“Not unless they ate the brownies, then no,’’ Max mutters, clearly bored and disturbed by the whole ordeal.

“Brownies?’’ Mason growls and I put a calming hand on his arm. His breathing is shallow and I wonder what has him so worked up. “What. Did. You. Do?’’

“Me? Why do you always presume that it was me? I’m not the bad twin you know. Myles has his share of bad. Just last night he robbed the last snickers bar out of Maverick’s stash.’’

“You fucker, I knew it was you,’’ Maverick grunts at Myles from the kitchen doorway. “I’m off to work. Denny, it’s lovely to see you, but I’m off,’’ and he waves, disappearing out of sight before I get a chance to say goodbye.

“Fuck you Max. You’re the one that set the bed sheets on fire when you tried to set your fart on fire, so don’t bring me into this,’’ Myles huffs before following Maverick out the door.

“Now you’re running all our guests away,’’ Mason growls, and I lean to the side a bit to see that he’s right. More guests are sneaking out of the front door, only leaving Charlie, Max, Mason, Nan, Joan, Mark and I in the house.

“I’m pretty sure it was Joan and Mary when they offered to show us men what a real strip tease was,’’ Max snaps rolling his eyes.

I glance at my Nan and gasp, then to Joan who doesn’t even look the slightest bit affronted. Instead, they’re both laughing their heads off, like Max just turned into Lee Evans and told them the

funniest joke on earth. I shake my head disappointed, then turn and give Max a glare. Now Mason brought it up, I know he did something to those brownies. If my projections are right, then he’s going to get some serious payback.

“What?’’ he yells holding his hands up, looking around the room for help, but not getting any.

“What did you do?’’ I grit out. “It better not be weed Max because my Nan has a heart defect. If it slows down to a certain rate she can go into shock, collapse and then die. Nothing will ever save her,’’ I cry out, full on lying to him. He needs to be taught a lesson. What if I was craving brownies and actually had one while I was pregnant? The idiot doesn’t think.

“Fuck!’’ he yells running over to my Nan. “Dance, we need to get your heart rate up,’’ he shouts grabbing her hands and treating her