Boyfriend. I just said I had a boyfriend. I passed up sex because I have a boyfriend.
Segments of my earlier conversations in the bakery filter through my head. The noise from the busy street fades out to silence. Joey and Dylan’s voices are all I can hear as I close my eyes and steady my breathing.
“She was pacing around like a love-sick puppy waiting for him to come over.”
“You get this little smile on your face every time he comes in here, Brooke. Don’t act like you don’t more than like this guy.”
“Oh, my God, Dylan. She got jealous over this girl he was texting on Saturday night. You know what that means.”
“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be jealous, Brooke.”
Jealous. I didn’t get jealous. I was drunk. Anything I do or say under the influence of Billy’s martinis shouldn’t be held against me. I don’t even remember Mason texting anyone.
I picture his phone and the name highlighted on the screen.
Tessa.
Fuck!
A hand on my shoulder turns my head and pops my eyes open.
Mason’s concerned face studies mine, his hands reaching out to grab me. “Hey, are you all right?”
I step back, avoiding his grasp. “What are you doing here?” I ask, looking over at the building I just evacuated like it was going up in flames. I turn back to Mason and take in his attire.
Khakis and a nice button-down shirt. Not what I’m used to seeing him in during the week.
“Why aren’t you teaching a class? Did Vince call you?”
“Vince? Who is Vince?”
I rub my hands down my face. God, I am losing it.
“Nobody. He’s nobody,” I utter, letting my arms fall limp at my sides and looking up at him.
His bright eyes are filled with worry. I probably look like I’m having a nervous breakdown.
Clearing my throat, I ask again. “Why are you here, Mason?”
He moves closer, getting out of the way of other pedestrians on the sidewalk. Sunlight catches in his hair and lightens a few strands. “I was meeting with someone about possibly expanding into a chain. Just discussing ideas. I don’t really know if it’s something I’m serious about.”
I wet my lips. “Oh.”
Mason’s logo on store fronts around the city. I can picture it. Then merchandise. Water bottles and cute little tops.
He should expand. He’d be fantastic with it.
“Why are you here, Brooke? You look a bit . . . out of sorts.” He reaches out and squeezes my arm at the elbow. I don’t pull away from him like I did when Vince touched me.
After a year, I would still remember how this felt.
Swallowing through a heavy blink, I lower my gaze to a spot on Mason’s shirt. “I was making a delivery in that building and this guy I hooked up with last year asked if I wanted to go at it again. You know, have sex.” I briefly glance up at him.
He appears engrossed by what I’m saying, watching me with an absorbing look in his eyes. His jaw tight as if he’s clenching his teeth. His grip on my arm tensing.
I drop my head. “I told him I didn’t want to. That I had a boyfriend.”
“Yeah?”
I nod and step back. “I have to go.”
“Whoa. Wait a minute.” Mason grabs my arm again. His other hand cups my cheek. The corner of his mouth twitches as he stares down at me. “You said you have a boyfriend.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
My heart pounds in my chest. The blood in my veins warms and heats my skin until a fine sheen of sweat builds on the surface.
“Brooke.”
I grab his wrist and pull his hand away from my face. “Stop. I need to go. I just . . .” I move back, but Mason seizes my waist and hauls me against him.
“What’s going on? Why are you panicking?”
“Because.”
I try and turn in his arms. I try and escape, run away from this, from my worry and the emotions I feel coiling around me and suffocating.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I suddenly feel so small and crowded in my own skin.