Chapter 9
“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad,” Mason said, sliding her hand around Naomi’s elbow and taking in the ultra-casual look she’d never seen her sister don before, blue jeans and a white T-shirt with the Red Sox logo. Cameron was across the room talking to Jerry and Ron, Justin’s father, who was looking as sharp as always in a rich mahogany dress shirt and dark pants that said he had money. Even Naomi’s ultra-long hair was hiked up in a ponytail, as it was when she was cleaning or hanging around the house, and she was wearing glasses instead of contact lenses, without a stitch of makeup, something else that said how upset her sister really was.
Naomi said nothing as she leveled a hard gaze her way, and Mason could see that she’d yet to work through any of that heavy-handedness that Camero
