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“We need to meet after school.”
Dropping my arms to my sides, I roll my eyes. This is stupid. I don’t know what her game is, but I doubt very muchLily Bennettwould have anything to say that would interest me. “I really don’t have time for this shit. I’m going to class,” I say flatly, turning around and walking away.
“It’s about Mason,” she calls out, and I stop, turning to look back at her.
“What about Mason?”
She walks toward me and stops when she’s standing a few feet away, her chin lifted and looking up at me with determination. “Meet me after school, and I will tell you.”
The conversation I had with Hadley earlier enters my mind, and it dawns on me that if something is going on with Mason, there is a good chance that Lily knows about it. Not only was she the one to tell me about him and Ava, but she has been friends with the fucker for years. They probably shared all sorts of secrets and shit while braiding each other’s hair.
Finally deciding that whatever she has to say may be worth my time, I give her a nod. “Okay. But this had better not be a waste of my time.”
“Oh, believe me, it’s not,” she replies with an impish grin. “Be at my house at four o’clock. My parents won’t be home.”
“Whatever. Give me your address.” I take out my phone, and we exchange numbers. She immediately texts me her address.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I give her a stern look. “Now, just because you have my number doesn’t mean you can start texting me whenever you want. The last thing I need is a fucking stalker right now.”
She snorts, placing her phone in her bag. “Don’t worry about that. This is strictly business, I assure you.”
“Good.”
“Well. I will see you after school, Logan,” she chirps happily, flashing me a triumphant smile before spinning around and skipping off down the hall like a third-grader.
Jesus Christ, she is weird. I hope this isn’t some ploy to get me over to her house to show me her collection of creepy dolls.
Then again. If whatever she has to say is the key to taking down Mason Reynolds and helping me win Ava back, I may just be happy to oblige.
* * *
Removingmy key from the ignition, I exit my car and look up at the light-green cookie-cutter house Lily calls home.
Jesus Christ.I feel like I’ve just stepped into that neighborhood Edward Scissorhands was forced to live in before the poor bastard was chased back up the mountain by those crazy-ass housewives with the fucked-up hair.
Blowing out a long breath, I make my way to the front door and ring the doorbell. Lily answers almost immediately dressed in tight black pants and a pink tank top—the formfitting clothing accentuating some pretty delicious-looking curves.Well hello.This is different.I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear anything other than oversized sacks at school.
My eyes roam over her body and land on her breasts. Damn, she has a pretty decent set. She is a lot bigger than I thought, and the sight of her nipples pressed up against the fabric of her shirt has my dick twitching in approval.Shit! Who would have thought Lily Bennett could wake my boy up?
When my eyes finally meet hers, she blushes furiously, biting on her bottom lip, and my dick jumps again, liking very much what he sees.
“Um… would you like to come in?” she asks, stepping back and opening the door wider for me to step through.
She closes the door and stands next to me, wringing out her hands while I look around at the modest, conservative home before boredom quickly sets in, and I decide to cut to the chase.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Let’s talk in my room.” She heads straight for the stairs, and I follow her up.
When we enter her room, my eyes are viciously assaulted by a carnival of pink decor. Pink walls, a pink frilly bedspread on her queen-size bed, and even the drapes on the windows are pink.What the fuck? Is this girl a teenager or a ten-year-old?I spot some pink teddies on her bed and then immediately scan the room. If I find even one creepy doll, I’m fucking out of here.
“Okay, Lily. Can you get to the point of why I’m here? What information do you have on Mason?”
She sits down on the end of her bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands, watching me for a moment. I wave my hand impatiently in a gesture to hurry up.
“Let’s just say the information I have would without a doubt end this little romance between Mason and Ava.”
Now, this is what I want to hear.
