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Prologue

Mason

The dark circles, the tired eyes, the grayish co to be worried about

She was off limits, I love Summer like a sister, but there is no damn way, I can stay away from Quinn Not when she needs someone in her corner

Her contract was up twoas a model around the clock Now, she’s back in our hometown and looks worse than ever

“Ready to go,” I ask her when she answers the door to as once Su if she’d like to ride over with et her alone and out of her house I live three doors down from Rome Quinn lives a few miles away from us I was shocked when she responded with a simple yes

“Yeah, let rab the dessert I made” Quinn is in a pair of khaki shorts, white top, and a cardigan that hangs down to her knees On anyone else it would look ridiculous, but not on her

I hold the door open for her while she walks out,sure she feels as much of as me as she can With her sharp intake of breath and the way I see her nipples pebble, I got the reaction I was looking for Now if I can just get her to ad else

I look down and see the dessert shemy lips, “That looks delicious, what is it?”

“An old farandmother made It’s called no-name dessert,” she says with a chuckle

“Interesting name”

“My grandmother, well she was old-fashioned Raised seven kids while her husband ay s just came as they did,” she whispers out once we’re in the car

“It sounds like she’s a great woman”

“She was, the best I’ve ever known,” her voice is sole it to the center console, trying to give her soht

We hold hands the few et to Hill Street

“I hope this doesn’t et me,” she says once we park in Rome and Summer’s driveway

“Not at all, I was just at hoet you”