Chapter Twelve
Kelly was ready for the day and wishing Mason would call her already when she had a stroke of genius. She would go to his house now before she had to pick up Hunter. She grabbed her bag and keys, armed the alarm, and headed out before she could change her mind. She thought about calling him but decided she would surprise him instead.
Arriving at Mason’s, she noticed his car was parked crooked. She hoped he hadn’t driven home drunk last night. He should have called a cab if it was like that. Knocking on the door, she looked around and noticed a high heel in the bushes by the porch. Her heart sped up, and she got butterflies in her stomach. No, Mason is not Dylan. There’s an explanation. She knocked harder and tried the knob.
To her surprise, it turned, and she let herself
