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They sat in the car for a while but nobody else came near the building. “I guess we can go home. It’s late and I bet Jake is wondering where you are.”
Nic gave her a sad smile. “He’s off helping Caleb round up Jaxon’s men and teaching them the area. They’re going to help clean out some of the rogues Rocco hired.”
“How’s that going, by the way. Mason won’t tell me what’s going on with Caleb. And Ellie is so tight lipped I’m having a hard time getting her to give me any info on it.”
Nic bit her lip and shifted in her seat. “Don’t get mad.”
Uh-oh. Sounded like she was about to get really angry. “What did Mason do?”
Nic winced and turned the car on. She waited until they were far enough away from the club’s entrance to speak. “He sort of told us to not tell you anything about the pack problems.”
Hurt and anger expanded in her chest. “What? Why would he do that?”
Nic had sped down the main highway before short-stopping on the side of a road near Emma’s house. She turned off the engine and turned to face Emma, her face pinched in distress. “Please don’t be angry with him. He’s just worried about you. He loves you and he wants to keep you safe.”
“Do I look like a little kid? No. So he needs to stop trying to decide what I can and can’t do. Telling you all not to tell me what’s going on is going too damn far!”
Nic’s shoulders slumped. “I told him it was a bad idea. He thinks if you know too much you’ll decide to go off and do something dangerous.”
“I’m not a brainless moron.” But clearly Mason thought she was. The anger and pain from finding out how little he trusted her exploded in her veins.
“I know you’re not. And he knows that too. I guess he is just worried...” Nic’s words slowed until she dragged the last one out.
She knew Mason loved and worried about her. She loved him too. However, his whole trying to control what others told her was going too far.
Nic left her at her house and Emma couldn’t find it in her to invite her in for more conversation. She wanted to be alone.
Mason entered his mother’s house with quiet steps. He knew something was up when Ellie said their mother wanted to see him. If he knew what was good for him he should show up asap. Barbara Wolfe did not give her children orders and get ignored.
“In the kitchen,” he heard her say.
Fuck. She didn’t bother calling him ‘son’ or some endearment. He was f****d. Whatever he’d done he was about to get told off about it. He sighed and dragged his boots into the kitchen.
“Stop dragging your feet, Mason. You don’t polish my floors.”
“Um, yes I do.”
“Oh, well stop unless you want to have double the work,” his mother said and flipped a T-Bone on an indoor grill.
“Mom,”
“Sit down.” She ordered softly. “I made you something to eat.”
Oh, well okay then. Whatever he’d done couldn’t have been too bad if she was feeding him. His spirits rose and he sat at the kitchen table to wait for her to finish his steak. It smelled delicious. Good thing she’d cooked because he was starving.
“Smells good,” he smiled, hoping whatever she wanted to tell him would soften her up with his compliment.
“I know.”
Guess not.
“Mom, Ellie said you wanted to talk?” He decided to set the table. His mother loved when they did stuff like that. Besides, couldn’t hurt.
She raised a brow as he grabbed napkins and utensils to set his place on the table. “I do need to speak with you. Why don’t you sit and I’ll bring your food over.”
Great. He loved his mother. She was such a sweet and understanding woman. Always going above and beyond for her kids.
He watched her place the steak next to a baked potato sprinkled with cheddar. She’d made his favorite meal. Then she grabbed a second plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He hated that stuff. She smiled at him and placed the plate with the sandwich in front of him and the one with the steak in front of her as she sat down.
“Mom?”
She raised innocent brows. “Oh, did you think this was for you? No, honey. You see, you are acting like a kid, so I have to feed you kid food. When you start acting like an adult again, you will be treated like one.”
He blew out a breath and sat back. “Alright. What did I do?”
“Mason Wolfe! Have you lost your mind? Telling everyone to keep things from Emma.”
Oh. That. “It’s for her own good. She’s going to get herself killed.”
His mother glanced at the ceiling as if praying for patience. “No. You’re going to get yourself killed, because when she finds out she’s going to hurt you. Do you honestly think that will endear you to her?”
“I wasn’t really worried about that. I’m more concerned with keeping her alive.”
“Oh, son,” she whispered. “Emma is not going to like that at all.”
He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. “Well what else am I supposed to do? She won’t listen to me.”
His mother shook her head. “Talk to her. Listen to her. Communicate. Relationships can’t work if you don’t communicate with each other. It’s not all s*x, you know.”
He knew that. Boy did he. A man could wish, though. “I know a relationship isn’t all s*x. I talk to her.”
His mother cut into the juicy steak and lifted a piece of meat to her lips. “Oh? What do you talk about?”
“Stuff.”
She rolled her eyes and put the fork down without eating the delicious smelling meat. “Stuff is not talking. I bet you don’t even know about her family.”
He forgot all about the steak, though his stomach was growling for it, and met his mother’s gaze. There was frustration and concern in her eyes.
“What about her family? She never goes into depth about her family but she’s mentioned them once or twice.”
“Arrrrggh! You’ve made me lose my appetite,” she complained.
“I can finish that for you. If you want.” He offered.
She sighed and passed him her plate. “Mason, Emma has no family.”
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