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interested in that guy. Ok?” I tilted his chin forward, looking for a smile, any sign that I had reassured him.
    “I saw how he looked at you.” His voice softened.
    I had seen it too, but I was done letting Mason come between us. “It doesn’t mean anything. I am with you.”
    He handed me the envelope. “You open it.”
    I didn’t know what to expect. I searched Grey’s eyes. I slid my finger between the flap and the seal. I pulled out a folded piece of paper along with a few photographs. I opened the paper.
    “It’s a birth certificate.” I read the names in the blocks. “It says his father was Mitchell Lachlan and his mother was Lorraine Hanish.” There was a seal from the state of Texas at the bottom. I gave it to Grey to read.
    “What else?” He prodded me.
    We both knew the certificate could have been altered or the paternal name falsely identified. In my hand was a stack of pictures. There was a little boy blowing out candles on his third birthday cake. One of the same boy opening Christmas presents. As he got older, the pictures became clearer. His high school graduation. College graduation. There was no mistaking Mason was the boy aging over the decades. Although, I didn’t know who the man and woman were flanked on either side of him in each snapshot. I placed them in Grey’s palm.
    “This is Pops.” He pointed to the man in the picture. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for me to hear it. He flipped through the pictures, his speed increasing as Mason got older.
    I waited for his reaction.
    “How could Pops keep this from me?” He shook his head. “And not just me, my dad, my grandmother. I thought I knew him. He had another life? Another family? I don’t understand how he could have done this.”
    I wish I had an answer that would make sense of this mess, but I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. I took his face between my palms.
    “I will help you get through this. We will figure it out together. Just don’t shut me out, please. Don’t let it ruin us.”
    He dropped the contents of the package on the floor as his hands tangled in my hair, his lips crashing into mine. His tongue twirled inside my mouth, and the center of my world began to tilt as his mouth moved harder and faster against my lips. I didn’t know if this was the beginning of makeup sex, or if he was going to break away any second and claim he had work to do. So, I held on for dear life, moaning at each flick of his tongue, my hands roaming his chest, reaching to his back. If I could hold him closer, he would know he was the only one for me. Mason Lachlan wasn’t in my head. I felt the electric charge tingling deep in my core and fire through my veins. If he broke this off now, I would scream.
    Grey’s eyes darted to the window. He pulled back. “Baby, we can’t do this now. It’s the middle of the day, and that asshole could come back.”
    I realized we were in the middle of fishbowl, where anyone on the outside looking in could see our every move. The supply closest was cramped enough. I planted another kiss on his lips.
    “Take me home.”
    “I’ve got to get back to the roof. We can pick this up later.” He stood, stretching his legs.
    The fire he lit in my body was screaming to rage on. I couldn’t let him waltz out of here like we didn’t need this connection. Suddenly, it felt like everything between us hinged on this moment of intimacy. “No.” I stood in front of him. “Take me home. Take me to bed. Just take me.”
    I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips toward mine. I bit on his bottom lip. “I need you now. Not after work, not tonight, but right now.”
    Grey didn’t speak. He laced his fingers through mine and tugged on my arm to lead me out of the office.
    We didn’t say a single word as we climbed the stairs to our blue beach cottage, and we didn’t talk as we undressed each other in the coolness of