Chapter 8
Claire
I watched Mason as he chatted with the elderly woman in the plane; he was so engrossed in her stories that he didn’t even know I was there. My name came up a few times in their conversations, but I was too far away to hear exactly what they were talking about. I kept my distance as Mason walked to baggage claim with the lady in tow, and I had to admit it was kind of sweet and not something I ever thought I’d see Mason do, except it still wasn’t enough to get me over being pissed at him. He left without saying good-bye, and even if I told him I didn’t want to see him he still should’ve tried.
The old lady and her family finally walked away once they got their luggage, so I walked up behind Mason, arms crossed, and ready to battle. For once he didn’t have his baseball cap
