Mason tugs her hand and causes her to stumble into his chest. “Hmm, now you’re just flirting with me.”
Aspen lets out another woof, and I click my fingers for her to come over to me.
We’re all watching like it’s a game of ping-pong. I have never in all our friendship seen someone get to Mason as much as Avery is right now. It would be almost funny if it weren’t for the concern on Lily’s face and the worry radiating off of Jessica.
Noah clears his throat as he lowers the bottle of wine and glasses onto the counter.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” Avery says, her American accent thick. She glances at her hand and then back to Mason with a raised eyebrow. He blinks and releases her, allowing her to skirt around him. She beelines for the downstairs bathroom.
Jessica clenches her small fists and marches over to him.
“What the fuck, Mase?”
Lily jumps off her stool, pointing in the direction Avery left. “I’m just going to go check on her.”
He stuffs his hands into his jeans. “What?”
I love seeing Jessica standing her ground.
“Why are you acting like this? It’s like you’re intentionally trying to get a rise out of her. Stop being a dick to my friend, Mase. She’s a good person.”
At least he has the decency to look contrite as her words sink in. “Fuck, I’m sorry, she just gets under my skin,” he replies, scrubbing his palm over his jaw.
“Yeah, well, it’s not me you should be apologising to, is it?” Jessica doesn’t give him a chance to reply, just spins on her heels. “I’m going to check on my friend.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
NOAH
“Fuck,” Mase says, running his hand through his hair.
Caleb just arches a brow. “Well?” he asks.
Mase frowns. “Well, what?”
I shake my head. “Oh, come off it, Mase. What the fuck is going on with you and Avery?”
He grinds his jaw. “Nothing.”
I glance at Caleb, who shrugs a shoulder because Mason is a stubborn son of a bitch. We both know he won’t talk until he’s ready, if ever.
“Well, that’s good to hear, so it won’t be a problem for the wedding,” I say as I pull out the cutlery and begin laying the table.
“Why would it be a problem for the wedding?” he asks, his eyes flicking between me and Caleb.
Caleb nods for me to continue.
“Because it would be awkward as fuck if our best man had animosity towards one of Jessica’s bridesmaids.”
Mason lets out a disgruntled sound and looks up at the ceiling before he replies, “I’ve already said there’s nothing to worry about—wait, what?”
He suddenly shoots Caleb and me a look. “Did you just say best man?” he asks, pointing to himself.
“Depends. Are you going to play nice with Avery?” Caleb replies.
I don’t miss the innuendo in his question, and neither does Mase.
“I can play nice,” he replies.
