Eva's POV
I can feel everybody's eyes come to me when I burrow my head deeper into the crook of Mason's neck.
His left hand vices around my waist, caging me to him.
"Baby, what's going on?"
I can hear the confusion in his voice. I'm sure Mason is wondering why Aaron and Maya are here and why the customers are all looking tensed and worried, their phones out and arms hanging in the air.
"Are you guys shooting a campaign here?"
Of all the questions he could ask, this is the one he chooses.
I couldn't help myself. I giggle into his neck.
It's relieving.
To think that's what Mason thinks is going on here. How innocent and sweet of him.
I'd be hysterical laughing if I wasn't so worried about people thinking I've gone mad.
"No, Mace. It's not a campaign," I say
