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he supposed to go back out there and not picture her wearing something similar? Maybe in blue? Hot pink?
Damn , but he didn’t need this right now. Neither did Jada. Something had happened to her tonight that had rubbed her emotions raw. What she needed from him was that same tender care she’d given his injured arm yesterday. She did not need him obsessing over her underwear. Her possibly hot pink underwear.
Mason squeezed his eyes tight and did his best to pull himself together, despite the lust that continued to rush through his veins like a runaway freight train.
He re-wet the washcloth and rung it out again before heading back to the living room.
Jada sat with her feet tucked underneath her, both hands wrapped around the glass of water. Mason handed her the washcloth. He’d had all intentions of wiping the tears from her face for her, but now every instinct advised he maintain his distance.
Well, as much distance as possible in this tiny ass apartment.
One part of him—the reasonable, practical part—was telling him to get out now. He’d done his good deed for the day, going above and beyond what could be expected. But when he caught sight of her, looking so vulnerable, her emotions so exposed, his reasonable side took a backseat to the man who had been tasked since boyhood with protecting the women in his life.
Mason sat next to her on the sofa. He fought the impulse to reach for her.
“So,” he started. “Do you want to talk about what had you crying your eyes out on the side of the highway? It can’t be because you ran out of gas.”
She shook her head.
“Then what is it, Jada? Did your asshole of an ex-husband do something to you?”
She tipped her head to the side, her brows arching with curiosity. “Why have you always hated Eric so much?”
“Because he’s always been an asshole and a bully,” Mason answered. “What did he do to you?”
Her bottom lip trembled. “He got his wife pregnant,” she said, before dissolving into tears again.
Mason wasn’t sure what to do with that one. It would have been a lot easier to defend her if Eric had called her a bad name or made some other asshole-like move.
“Uh, okay,” he said.
Jada put her hand up, staving off further comment, which was a good thing because he had nothing.
“I’m just having a moment,” she said. “I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help it.” She twisted toward him on the sofa, putting both feet up and sliding her knees up to her chest. “His new wife showed up at the party I threw in Covington this evening. Can you believe that? I’ve given nearly a dozen Naughty Nights parties in and around Maplesville, yet she shows up to one that’s an hour away.
“Anyway,” she continued with a dismissive wave. “I chalked it up to one of those crazy coincidences, and decided to roll with it. I was doing just fine until she announced that she was pregnant. After that I just lost it. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried like a baby.”
She pressed her balled fist against her trembling lips, but she wasn’t able to stop the two tears that streamed down her face.
He’d known her over seventeen years, and had never come even close to seeing her so vulnerable. Jada was a spitfire. She was bold and brash and she didn’t take shit from anybody.
But right now she was hurting, and it was painful to watch.
Despite his better judgment, Mason palmed her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. “It’ll be okay,” he said. “You’re allowed to go on a crying jag every now and then.”
“It’s just…I don’t know…like a slap in the face.” She sniffed. “I wanted a baby so badly, and we tried so many times to get pregnant.”
Okay, he was not up to hearing about Jada and Eric and their many attempts to procreate.
“I know it’s petty, but I just hate that Eric is getting his baby and I’m not.” She swiped at even more tears. Mason was surprised she had any left. “Oh, God, why am I talking about this with
Damn , but he didn’t need this right now. Neither did Jada. Something had happened to her tonight that had rubbed her emotions raw. What she needed from him was that same tender care she’d given his injured arm yesterday. She did not need him obsessing over her underwear. Her possibly hot pink underwear.
Mason squeezed his eyes tight and did his best to pull himself together, despite the lust that continued to rush through his veins like a runaway freight train.
He re-wet the washcloth and rung it out again before heading back to the living room.
Jada sat with her feet tucked underneath her, both hands wrapped around the glass of water. Mason handed her the washcloth. He’d had all intentions of wiping the tears from her face for her, but now every instinct advised he maintain his distance.
Well, as much distance as possible in this tiny ass apartment.
One part of him—the reasonable, practical part—was telling him to get out now. He’d done his good deed for the day, going above and beyond what could be expected. But when he caught sight of her, looking so vulnerable, her emotions so exposed, his reasonable side took a backseat to the man who had been tasked since boyhood with protecting the women in his life.
Mason sat next to her on the sofa. He fought the impulse to reach for her.
“So,” he started. “Do you want to talk about what had you crying your eyes out on the side of the highway? It can’t be because you ran out of gas.”
She shook her head.
“Then what is it, Jada? Did your asshole of an ex-husband do something to you?”
She tipped her head to the side, her brows arching with curiosity. “Why have you always hated Eric so much?”
“Because he’s always been an asshole and a bully,” Mason answered. “What did he do to you?”
Her bottom lip trembled. “He got his wife pregnant,” she said, before dissolving into tears again.
Mason wasn’t sure what to do with that one. It would have been a lot easier to defend her if Eric had called her a bad name or made some other asshole-like move.
“Uh, okay,” he said.
Jada put her hand up, staving off further comment, which was a good thing because he had nothing.
“I’m just having a moment,” she said. “I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help it.” She twisted toward him on the sofa, putting both feet up and sliding her knees up to her chest. “His new wife showed up at the party I threw in Covington this evening. Can you believe that? I’ve given nearly a dozen Naughty Nights parties in and around Maplesville, yet she shows up to one that’s an hour away.
“Anyway,” she continued with a dismissive wave. “I chalked it up to one of those crazy coincidences, and decided to roll with it. I was doing just fine until she announced that she was pregnant. After that I just lost it. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried like a baby.”
She pressed her balled fist against her trembling lips, but she wasn’t able to stop the two tears that streamed down her face.
He’d known her over seventeen years, and had never come even close to seeing her so vulnerable. Jada was a spitfire. She was bold and brash and she didn’t take shit from anybody.
But right now she was hurting, and it was painful to watch.
Despite his better judgment, Mason palmed her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. “It’ll be okay,” he said. “You’re allowed to go on a crying jag every now and then.”
“It’s just…I don’t know…like a slap in the face.” She sniffed. “I wanted a baby so badly, and we tried so many times to get pregnant.”
Okay, he was not up to hearing about Jada and Eric and their many attempts to procreate.
“I know it’s petty, but I just hate that Eric is getting his baby and I’m not.” She swiped at even more tears. Mason was surprised she had any left. “Oh, God, why am I talking about this with
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