Grace
Mason didn't even blink. "Sure."
"My stuff's in the backseat of her car," I told him, tipping my head toward Olivia, who was still giving me the look. "A duffel bag and a backpack. That's everything."
Mason's eyes dropped to me, his expression unreadable, but his voice was a steady, quiet rumble. "I'll help you bring it up."
He didn't ask if I wanted help. He just grabbed his keys off the hook by the door and strode out ahead of us into the driveway, leaving no room for argument.
We followed him down to the driveway in silence. The second Olivia clicked her key fob to unlock the car, Mason reached straight into the backseat.
It took him a single trip. He swung the heavy duffel bag over one broad shoulder and hooked my backpack in his other hand like they weighed absolutely noth
