Chapter Eleven
She was walking around as if she was ten feet off the ground. Never in her life had Mason felt so much emotion—joy, love, excitement, everything—that she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. It would be more of an effort to pretend she wasn’t ecstatic.
So this was love? As she watched the trail of dust from Justin’s pickup as he drove away and saw her father’s truck passing him, coming home, she wasn’t about to let anyone bring her down.
“You seem pretty pleased with yourself.”
She didn’t know Scarlett had been lurking there, or so it seemed, as her voice came from the corner of the porch, where she was sitting in a chair. Her round face was hard, and she wasn’t going to give even a little for Mason.
But because she was so happy, Mason was feeling generous. “I am, Scar
