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There was no arguing with Rain and I wasn’t even about to try. Deciding to change the subject, I asked about our parents.

They’re doing Sunday dinner same as always,she replied.

God, I’d kill for a home cooked meal.My mouth was just watering at the thought of my dad’s cooking. He was originally from North Carolina and knew his way around the kitchen, soul food was a must in our household growing up. My mother was originally from Seattle and that was how my dad had won her heart. He’d fried her up a shit ton of food and the rest was history.

Well you know they’re gonna cook whatever you want as soon as you get back. Such a baby.

I made a face at my phone.Whatever, hooker.

My siblings were forever teasing me because I was the baby of the family and my mother and father still acted like I’d never left the nest even though I’d moved out and was the first to go across the country for college.

I’ve gotta go into the shop now, Ms. Lucy is coming to get her hair done this morning.

Even though my sister couldn’t see my face, it was twisted up in confusion. Rain never opened this early in the morning, it had to be nearly six-thirty a.m. on the west coast.Huh? Mom’s friend from church?

Hell yeah….mom told her I’d make an exception….I had no clue Clara was doing hair these days the ways she be making appointments for me.

That’s your mother, I replied.

Bye, bitch! Let me know when you get home.

Miss you, love you.Setting my phone down, I was just about to slip my heels off when a knock came on the adjourning door.

Slowly, I trudged over and paused. My palms felt kind of sweaty and I didn’t know why. I’d been in planning mode all day, from getting our transportation situation sorted out to tracking down Mr. Corisini’s phone number. I’d spent hours with Mason, so my hands should have been relatively dry.

“Yes?”

“It’s me…” Came Mason’s raspy voice.

“Clearly,” I replied.

“Open the door for me,” he said.

Biting my lip, I counted myself down. I didn’t want a repeat of last night. Maybe that was why my palms felt as if someone had dunked them into a bowl of water.

Keep telling yourself that you don’t want a repeat of last night,I thought.

My fingers undid the latch, and the lock. He stepped through and the faint smell of cigarettes and cedar lingered on him. Mason smelled like a wet dream and I floated back to laying in his bed.

“You should stop smoking,” I mumbled. “Those things will kill you.”

He chuckled. “Me and death are comfortable with each other…”

My back went rigid at his words, but he brushed past me. I followed him and saw he’d made a beeline for Gisella’s computer. He flipped it open and then turned back to meet my gaze.

“Hadn’t had a chance to fire it up just yet,” I shrugged.

Mason used his pointer finger to press the power but and it lit up.

“Well, it appears to be working.”

A logo for the computer company scrolled across the screen before disappearing. Next, the sign on screen appeared and all you had to do was click to log into it.

“Not very safe,” I mumbled.

The heels had finally gotten to me and I found myself sitting down on the edge of my bed. Slowly, I slid my thumb behind the brown strap holding it in place before easing it off my foot. A soft moan escaped as I wiggled my foot.

Looking over, I caught Mason staring. He coughed trying to recover himself and I prayed he didn’t have some sort of foot fetish. Shaking my head, I kicked the other one off and then came to plant my body down at the desk.

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