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“Remind me never to go into business with you, asshole,” Elliot mutters.
Mason says nothing.
“Anyway,” Elliot goes on. “I’mdonehere.” He walks across the room and steps onto the treadmill, turning it on.
“Sodone,” Charlie chuckles, picking up the ropes he was working on and starting again.
Mason drops the barbell, the weights clipping the floor with a jolt, pulling the attention from the people around the gym. He puts his hands on his hips and stares at me, his body wound tight.
I tip my chin, stepping back. “Whatever you say, mate.”
His gaze pinches despite the fact I wasn’t trying to piss him off. “Fuck the lot of you.”
Yeah, he’s not done.
And neither am I.
Scarlet
Mum,
I went out last night. What was supposed to be food with the girls at Nina’s apartment turned into an impromptu girls’ night out. We danced for hours. It’s the first time Nina’s been out since she had Ellis, and I think it was the easing back in she needed. She’s amazed me these past few weeks, letting Mason come to the house to put Ellis to bed so that he settles better. I was there when they saw each other again for the first time. It was electric, like nothing I’d ever seen before.
They make me mad at how perfect they are for each other. They just haven’t worked it out yet.
They will.
We all will.
I think we’ll be able to place Dad’s headstone soon. They think the earth’s settled enough, which is great, I guess. It seems final—a headstone with words on it. Dates set in stone.
I had more flowers sent to me at the hospital from the doctor. The married one. He’s so hot it disgusts me, and if I was to listen to Megan, I’d be in a lot of trouble already. I’m happily ignoring him, but I kept the flowers because they made me smile.
The house is so quiet sometimes. I think about calling Frey some nights, but then I know she’ll worry all the time. It’s easier to pretend on those few nights than risk an overbearing Freya. LOL - that means laughing out loud.
I thought about throwing an event in your honour. A charity ball here on the grounds at Lowerwick. A marquee with lanterns lighting up the meadow, food—tons of it, and an auction. I’ve seen the pictures of you and Dad. I want that fairy tale you made for yourselves.
I’ll think on it.
Soon,
Scarlet
Lance
The knock at my door should be enough to rouse my attention from the boring-as-shit figures I’m working on.
It doesn’t.
“Lance, I have Charles Aldridge for you.”
I flick my chin up.
Harry disappears, and within a few seconds, I hear the sigh of my best friend from the doors of my office.
I move my eyes to where he stands.
“You coming up?”
