"Yeah, she's fine." Mason's voice had a rough edge to it.
"Who's she scared of?"
I held my breath again as Heather joined the conversation.
Mason stiffened beneath me. He hated explaining himself. I lifted my head this time and looked at her. Slowly, but too fast for my liking, I moved so I could slide back to my feet. Mason kept his arms around me. He anchored me against his chest.
I met Heather's gaze and saw the concern in them. Something flickered in my gut. "My mom."
"Sam—"
I ignored him. "She's made threats if—"
Mason's arms swung me back up. He started walking back to the house immediately.
"Hey! Wait!"
He threw over his shoulder, "It's none of your damn business, Jax. Leave her alone."
"It is my business! She's my friend."
"Since when?"
I looked over his shoulder and shook my head. I didn't want her to tell him about my job. That was for me to do. As she saw the plea on my face, the words died in her throat. Mason kept going. When he went a few more steps, I saw the other guy grab Heather's arm. He pulled her back to their group, but then Mason carried me past Adam and as he fell into step behind us, he blocked her from me.
When we went into the mansion, the music tripled in volume. I felt the bass through the floors, through Mason as he swept up the stairs and towards our room. Our room. An excited shudder left me as I thought about the sanctuary of that room. It'd just be me and him…and Adam as he followed us inside.
Mason turned back, still holding me. "Dude."
"I just want to know that she's alright. I picked her up outside some bar tonight."
"You what?" He whipped his head to me and lowered me to the ground. "You were at a bar?"
Adam added, "Alone."
"You were alone at a bar tonight?"
I opened my mouth, ready to explain everything when the door was thrown open. Logan strolled in with a charming smile on his face and his arms spread wide. He snapped his fingers on both hands and bowed to us. "I've got it all fixed, Sam. You don't have to do anything your mother says."
I closed my mouth.
Mason groaned.
Adam spoke up, "Huh?"
Logan twisted around, frowning. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?"
Adam had drawn to his fullest height, but his frown turned into a glower. His eyes took on a mean glint as he clipped his head towards me in a nod. "I'm the one who brought her here. I'm the one who lied to her mother for you. So I'm thinking I have some goddamn right to hear what the hell is going on."
Logan's brows furrowed together as his lips puckered. "You what?" He twisted around to me. "He what?"
I sighed, moving away from Mason's shelter, and crossed my arms over my chest. My stomach was in knots, but maybe Adam had a point? I had a feeling I would need more of him before this month was over. "Maybe he should hear all of this?"
"No—" Logan started.
Mason finished, "NO!"
I drew in a deep breath. Both of them already looked infuriated, but then the door opened again. Nate strolled in with a case of beer. He started to shut the door, but a hand shot through and slapped it back. Two heads popped in, grinning with red cheeks and glazed eyes. They had the same hair, brown and wavy like Logan's, and each of them had similar dimples in both cheeks. Wait—they were mirror images of each other.
Mason groaned, "Not now, you guys."
One of them ignored him and strode inside. His hand was stretched out as he marched towards me. His mouth was set in place with determination and he stopped before me. "Will Leighton." He slapped a hand on his brother's shoulder, who had followed close behind. Both had wide smiles on their faces. "This here's my brother James."
"James?"
He giggled as Will's smile became blinding. "It's a family name. Don't hold it against him."
"The ladies call me Jamison. Works better on their panties. Gets 'em a lot wetter, don't know why. Only the cousins call me James still." The other brother stuck his hand out as well.
I looked at both of their hands, held steady and waiting.
"Well?" the first prompted. "Mason's being grouchy and I know he's two seconds away from punching me, but I'd rather shake your hand first. We've heard a lot about you—"
Jamison giggled again. "Not anything good. Our moms are sisters."
Will nudged him in the chest with his shoulder. He moved him back a step. "Don't mind, James. He takes up for our mom. Not me. I've got Logan's back. And he's got yours so if you need anything from me or idiot here, you don't hesitate a second."
"Okay." Mason started to step forward, but Jamison shot a hand out to stop him.
"No, no, cousin dear. We're going. We know this is family meeting time, though you know Logan will spill it all to us later."
Will barked out a laugh, following his brother to the door. "Yeah, over a case of Guinness and soggy trousers by the pool."
Logan frowned. "That was one time. You ass**les pushed me in. I couldn't take both of you."
Jamison threw an arm around his brother's shoulders. They turned so they were facing us and backed out of the room. "You were sniveling like a brokenhearted girl. And we have to take advantage every time Mase isn't with you."