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you with anything,” she said in an equally low tone.
His fingers tunneled into the hair at the nape of her neck, his big hand cupped her jaw, and his thumb swept across her bottom lip. She gasped and I watched with rapt attention, hoping he’d make the move and kiss her. “What you’re doing to help my Mom, it means a lot. I won’t forget it. You need me, Rach, I’m there. Just call, anytime, anywhere. Got it?” he said then leaned forward and kissed her forehead as if she was something precious.
Right then, it dawned on me. To Mason, she was just that…precious. For him, Rachel wasn’t like all the other girls. He felt he needed to treat her with kid gloves, touch her as though she were spun glass or a fragile artifact. Wow. Once those two hooked up, that was going to be it for him. He might have been a player, but I think he saw a future in her eyes, one he desperately wanted, but didn’t know how to capture. Good thing I was here for another two weeks to make sure he got the girl.
“I do, Mace,” she said then smiled as he pulled back and went to the balcony to tend to the steaks.
I put my head in my hand and waited until he was gone. Rachel watched his every move as he left. “So, smitten much?” I said, waggling my eyebrows.
Her head shot back to mine and she narrowed her gaze. “I have no idea what you mean. Last week I was drunk and out of line. I may have given you the wrong impression about my feelings toward my client .” She stressed the word client, but I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers.
I tilted my head to the side and took a long sip of beer. “You aren’t fooling me and you definitely are not fooling Mace. He’s on to you honey. And soon, he’ll be on you,” I snickered at my own joke.
Rachel groaned and shook her head. “You need to stop, Mia. If you haven’t forgotten, you are his girlfriend.”
“Pretend girlfriend and honey, let’s not forget that. I’m doing a job. The fans love him; we’re working on a fundraiser that will only do good for Mason’s image professionally but more so it’s good for him to do personally. Giving back in honor of his Mom. He really loved her and misses her a lot. All the Murphy men do. You helping the way you are proves that you care and not just about Mason’s image. You have more than a little crush. Admit it,” I dug the last shot in and sat back.
Rachel licked her lips and bit down into the bottom one. She leaned her head forward and nodded. “Fine. I admit it. I’ve cared for Mason for a long time. Heck, I think I fell in love with him the moment we met two years ago. But that hasn’t changed the fact that I’ve watched him parade around with women, drink like a fish, and spent a lot of my own time picking up those pieces. Doing that changes your opinion of someone.”
“It can, it does.” I agreed with her. “But obviously it hasn’t changed the way you feel or you wouldn’t be doing what you’re doing. You wouldn’t have volunteered to help him clean up his act. You genuinely care about him and you’re breaking at the seams trying to hide it. I’ve seen the way you look at him, how you light up when he enters a room. You’re not fooling me. You may have been fooling him the last two years, honey; but his blinders are off. He sees you and he likes what he sees.”
Her delicate hands came up to her face and she ran them over her features. “How can you be sure? I don’t want to be the next up in a long line of throwaway women. I’d rather not have him at all and get to be in his life always, than have a taste of him and lose him forever when he wakes up and realizes I’m not the type of girl he likes. If you look at his track record, you’d know I’m not.” She points at me, my curves and makes a circular gesture. “No offense, women like you are his type. Buxom, beautiful, sexy, all the things a man like him can get time and time again.” She sighed and dropped her head into her hand with
His fingers tunneled into the hair at the nape of her neck, his big hand cupped her jaw, and his thumb swept across her bottom lip. She gasped and I watched with rapt attention, hoping he’d make the move and kiss her. “What you’re doing to help my Mom, it means a lot. I won’t forget it. You need me, Rach, I’m there. Just call, anytime, anywhere. Got it?” he said then leaned forward and kissed her forehead as if she was something precious.
Right then, it dawned on me. To Mason, she was just that…precious. For him, Rachel wasn’t like all the other girls. He felt he needed to treat her with kid gloves, touch her as though she were spun glass or a fragile artifact. Wow. Once those two hooked up, that was going to be it for him. He might have been a player, but I think he saw a future in her eyes, one he desperately wanted, but didn’t know how to capture. Good thing I was here for another two weeks to make sure he got the girl.
“I do, Mace,” she said then smiled as he pulled back and went to the balcony to tend to the steaks.
I put my head in my hand and waited until he was gone. Rachel watched his every move as he left. “So, smitten much?” I said, waggling my eyebrows.
Her head shot back to mine and she narrowed her gaze. “I have no idea what you mean. Last week I was drunk and out of line. I may have given you the wrong impression about my feelings toward my client .” She stressed the word client, but I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers.
I tilted my head to the side and took a long sip of beer. “You aren’t fooling me and you definitely are not fooling Mace. He’s on to you honey. And soon, he’ll be on you,” I snickered at my own joke.
Rachel groaned and shook her head. “You need to stop, Mia. If you haven’t forgotten, you are his girlfriend.”
“Pretend girlfriend and honey, let’s not forget that. I’m doing a job. The fans love him; we’re working on a fundraiser that will only do good for Mason’s image professionally but more so it’s good for him to do personally. Giving back in honor of his Mom. He really loved her and misses her a lot. All the Murphy men do. You helping the way you are proves that you care and not just about Mason’s image. You have more than a little crush. Admit it,” I dug the last shot in and sat back.
Rachel licked her lips and bit down into the bottom one. She leaned her head forward and nodded. “Fine. I admit it. I’ve cared for Mason for a long time. Heck, I think I fell in love with him the moment we met two years ago. But that hasn’t changed the fact that I’ve watched him parade around with women, drink like a fish, and spent a lot of my own time picking up those pieces. Doing that changes your opinion of someone.”
“It can, it does.” I agreed with her. “But obviously it hasn’t changed the way you feel or you wouldn’t be doing what you’re doing. You wouldn’t have volunteered to help him clean up his act. You genuinely care about him and you’re breaking at the seams trying to hide it. I’ve seen the way you look at him, how you light up when he enters a room. You’re not fooling me. You may have been fooling him the last two years, honey; but his blinders are off. He sees you and he likes what he sees.”
Her delicate hands came up to her face and she ran them over her features. “How can you be sure? I don’t want to be the next up in a long line of throwaway women. I’d rather not have him at all and get to be in his life always, than have a taste of him and lose him forever when he wakes up and realizes I’m not the type of girl he likes. If you look at his track record, you’d know I’m not.” She points at me, my curves and makes a circular gesture. “No offense, women like you are his type. Buxom, beautiful, sexy, all the things a man like him can get time and time again.” She sighed and dropped her head into her hand with
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