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MASON
These had to be the same hard-ass plastic benches from his kid days of bumper bowling. In fact, he’d bet nothing had changed at B&D Lanes in decades. Except his opponent.
Andie lit up this dreary place. She even made the clown-like rental shoes sexy. But bowling, for chrissake. He still couldn’t believe he’d brought Andie here instead of taking her straight home to his bed. After an hour of watching her cute ass sway as she lined up her shot in the lane directly in front of him, his reasoning didn’t feel so reasonable.
She’d given no hint why their date died on the pavement last night. He’d said or done something, that much was obvious. He could’ve straight out asked, but no, he’d chosen this method. Hopefully a nice, light evening would wipe the slate clean. Show her that he wanted to spend time with her, get to know her, not just take her home and fuck her long and hard.
They’d spent the past hour swapping random details. Education, career choices, favorite foods and movies—basic date conversation. She’d been offered an assistant designer’s position at some fancy fashion place in Toronto after college, but had come back to her hometown and set up a dressmaking shop instead. Big-city living didn’t appeal to her—another thing they had in common. Once she’d learned he was a veterinarian, she’d bombarded him with questions. Not the usual kind. Really detailed stuff only a true animal lover would want to know.
He liked that. He liked everything about her so far. Her interests and core values. Her quick and dirty sense of humor. Hanging out with her was fun and interesting. But holy hell, let them get to the getting-naked stuff soon.
“Strike!” She did a little jump and wiggle thing, then cruised back to him. “That turkey makes it game. You want another rematch?”
“Hell no.” He yanked her onto his lap. Thrust up against her ass while brushing his lips along her jaw. “It’s hard to bowl in this condition.”
“Oh?” She gave a little grind. “Oh.I guess that might be a problem if you use a standard approach. You could assume the straddle position and roll the ball through your legs.”
“Rearrange that last sentence a bit and I’m all over it.” A simple tug on her waist had her pressed up tight to his chest. Close enough to kiss, something he’d wanted to do all night. Her lips opened the tiniest bit. Soft, pink and moist from her tongue. His cock jerked in its denim prison, desperate to get inside her—anywhere, everywhere—and find release. One kiss suitable for a public audience wasn’t going to cut it.
“Andrea Finch, I knew it was you.” The voice came from a woman beating a path toward them, a reluctant male in tow. “Didn’t I tell you, John? I said, ‘that woman over there looks like Scott Finch’s wife’.”
Mason cocked an eyebrow at the beauty he wasn’t going to get to kiss. “Andrea?”
“Don’t youevercall me that,” she whispered, and extricated herself from his lap.
He’d be a gentleman and stand beside her—in a couple of minutes. Whoever these people were, they probably wouldn’t appreciate looking at bulging proof of his affection toward Andie. Plus, she’d put herself in front of him, her ass in his direct sightline. A winning view for him.
Andie shook the man’s hand, then stuffed hers in her jeans’ pockets. No handshake for the woman, whose face said she got that message, loud and clear.
“It’sex-wife, Judy. And I go by Andie, I always have.” She turned her attention to Judy’s husband. “How’re you, John? Busy with lots of cases?”
Another burn for Judy. Mason faked a cough to hide his smile. He and Andie wouldn’t be doubling with John and Judy anytime soon. Fine by him. They looked about as much fun as a trip to the accountant. From the conversation, John practiced law. So did Andie’s ex, though not at the same firm. More good-to-know details.
“You haven’t introduced us to your friend,Andie.” Judy didn’t seem to care that she’d cut her husband off midsentence. “Apparently Scott got all the manners in your divorce settlement.”
What a nasty bitch. Mason rose from the chair to stand close behind Andie. Nobody got to shit on her while he was around.
“That’s right. Scott got the book of etiquette. I got the sex toys. And your poor husband probably got arthritis inputtingthat listin the divorce papers.”
“I’m not sure it was the typing, but my wrist did get plenty tired,” John said with a grin. Judy turned fire-engine red and practically spit flames. It was fucking priceless. Andie didn’t need a protector—she did just fine on her own. Softandfeisty. Fuck, that was hot.
Mason reached around Andie and shook John’s hand. “Mason Lang. If I ever need a lawyer, I’ll look you up.” To be polite, he offered his hand to John’s wife. She looked at it as if he were offering a dead fish. No shake. No problem. He’d rather put it on Andie’s body, anyway. “Andie’s been handing me my ass for the last hour, so we’re calling it a night here. See you around, John. Judy.”
But Judy wasn’t finished with her bitchfest. “Don’t keep your boyfriend out past his curfew. You wouldn’t want him to get grounded.”
Angry heat rolled off Andie. In the next seconds, Mason readied for a fight. Not participating, only watching. He’d put every cent he had on Andie.
John nixed the cat scrap by hauling Judy away in a less-than-graceful way. Lots of flailing and verbal protests. An uptight bitch like that wouldn’t recognize John’s actions as the service they were.
“Babe, I have to ask,” Mason said, going for the most serious tone he could manage. She tensed as he turned her to face him. He had to bite the inside of cheek to keep his mouth straight.
Resignation flashed across her face and she sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Were you serious about the sex toys?” Confusion filled those beautiful blues until he couldn’t hold back a grin any longer. “’Cause if you were, I think we should go to your place instead of mine.”
“That’s your question?” She thumped his chest, prompting him to yank her closer. “Come on, you have to be wondering about my age. Especially after that crapshow.”
“Nope. Just the toys.”
