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“Well, I will leave you both to it. Dinner will be ready at six, Mason. Ava, you are more than welcome to join us if you like?” she asks, looking hopeful.
A home-cooked meal made by someone else would be amazing. Preparing my own meals and eating alone is something I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Sitting at a table having dinner with a family would be a nice change.
“Sure, I would love to,” I reply, and she beams at me.
Mason follows her down the stairs and locks the door before returning to his seat. “I’m sorry about Nix. I usually lock my door to keep him out as he likes to come in here and cause all sorts of trouble. Like Mom said, he is very spirited.”
“It’s fine,” I assure him. “He is actually pretty funny, and boy did he hit you with a ripper.”
Mason chuckles. “Yeah, it was a ripper alright. You need a gas mask around that kid.”
I laugh and open my notebook. “So, where should we start?”
“Well, I guess we should choose the genre?” he suggests, grabbing his notebook and pen.
“How about romance?” I suggest smiling sweetly.
He lets out a huff. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Boring.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, what about paranormal with a mixture of both action and romance? It would make a good compromise.”
He groans. “Please don’t tell me you are referring to something along the lines ofTwilight?”
“What’s wrong withTwilight?”
“What isn’t wrong with a bunch of sparkly vampires?”
“Ah. So you’ve watched it? I’m starting to wonder if you secretly have a thing for romance movies, Mason Reynolds,” I tease, flashing him a smirk, and his eyes squint.
“Once again, my sisters got hold of the remote and decided to binge-watch the entire series. It was a Sunday and I had nothing else to do, so I thought, why not?”
“Did you like it?” I ask, nibbling on the end of my pencil. His eyes flick to my mouth, then quickly look away.
“I… uh,” he rasps, then clears his throat. “I liked the Volturi, and that’s about it.”
“The bad guys? Seriously?”
“Seriously. They didn’t have time for any of that lovey-dovey bullshit. They were too busy trying to find excuses to fuck shit up. They were actually pretty cool.”
“Oh my god.” I roll my eyes.
“If you want to write a story based on them, I may be willing to negotiate.”
“I think I’ll pass on that.” I giggle, running my fingers through my hair and moving it away from my face. Deciding it’s annoying me, I reach into my bag and pull out a hair tie. Gathering up my long thick hair, I twist it up into a bun and secure it in place.
Turning my attention back to Mason, warmth spreads through me when I notice his eyes trailing over the view of my neck, and feeling slightly off-kilter, I scramble to make conversation.
“You know, you are not at all what I was expecting,” I say, bringing his eyes back to mine.
“What were you expecting?”
“I’m not sure.” I tilt my head, assessing him. “You seemed so serious all the time, I guess I was expecting cups of tea and lengthy discussions on William Shakespeare, but you’re actually a lot of fun.”
“I’m an introvert, not an uptight Englishman.”
