I Heart Mason Cartwright by Denise Wells
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB | 342 Kb
I Heart Mason Cartwright: Words I never thought I would hear my sister say: “Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright.”
I size him up. Thick, brown hair tousled from his hand. Bright brown eyes sparkle in my direction. Scruffy salt and pepper jawline that begs to be kissed.
Oh, Holy Hell’s balls.
It’s a damn good thing I don’t believe in love at first sight. ‘Cause if I did, I’d be booty over bean in love with Mason Cartwright.
“That’s tough.” Saying something is tough, or using the word ouch as a response, about maxes out my ability to be empathetic, so I hope she’s about talked out.
“He’s ruined everything.” She pouts. But it’s a pretty pout, I get the impression she has perfected it over time. In a mirror.
She sees the obnoxious button still pinned to my shirt from my buddy’s party that says First-Rate, Fuck-able, and Forty. His wife made everyone wear them in honor of his birthday.
“You don’t look like you’re forty,” she says touching my forearm and nodding to the pin.
“I’m not.” I laugh.
She looks at me, eyes narrowed. “Hmmm. I’m guessing maybe twenty-eight.”
She aims low on purpose, I’m sure to flatter me.
“Thirty-five,” I correct her. Then I guess at her age. “And you are . . . twenty-three?”
“How’d you know?” She takes a larger sip of her drink and shudders a bit as she swallows.
I wink. “Lucky guess.” And it was, with me deciding to be nice even though she’s a bit bitchy.”