She meant the question to be innocent and playful. He stayed quiet as they moved, and Josie cursed herself for talking without thinking.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I know it’s difficult to find where we fit in all of this.”
She turned to leave, and Mason grasped her fingers and pulled her back to him, then led her outside. The Strawberry Moon would be full tomorrow night, and the goddess bathed the night in her glory. He leaned on the railing, looking out towards the unlit arena, casting shadows and reflecting silver.
Josie waited patiently. She knew he was trying to work through something– his feelings about her, and she didn’t dare interrupt as hope bubbled in her chest.
“No, you’re right,” Mason said, finally. “Josie, you know I… You know I love you.
