a Saturday night.
“I'm not sure. Why?”
“I still have to take this truck back and pick up my car. Keep me company?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
It took a half hour to return the truck and get back to her house. Mason enjoyed riding shotgun while she drove.
He lifted an eyebrow when she parked in her driveway and headed toward the front door. It was clear she expected him to follow.
She stopped in the middle of the living room. Mason stayed a few steps behind her.
“This is all still just so weird.”
Mason was quiet. He looked at her as he slowly closed the front door.
“Do you want to order a pizza?” she asked, turning to look at him. “Maybe watch a movie?”
He frowned. “You want to hang out with me ?”
“Yeah. What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing at all.”
Except beautiful women normally didn't want to hang out with him.
It was something he didn't see coming. Sitting on the far end of a sectional couch, with Kelly on the other side, eating pizza and watching Toy Story .
Maybe she was finally moving past whatever negative feelings she had for him.
He tried not to smirk as he stole glances at her. She sat on the couch with her shoes off. Then she must have felt self conscious about her foot, or her legs, or both, as she curled them up on the couch and covered as much of herself as she could with a large pillow.
Clearly she didn't know how beautiful she was.
When the movie was over she leaned carefully toward the coffee table to grab the DVD remote, not wanting to shift the pillow from her legs.
Mason held in laughter.
“Kelly.”
It was the first time he said her name. She liked it.
“Yeah?”
“You can stop trying to hide your foot.”
It was a bold thing for him to say. He didn't plan on seeing her after the night was over, so he could be braver than usual. He was shy around women, but he felt like he had nothing to lose.
Her cheeks colored a little as she flashed an embarrassed smile. She slowly pulled her legs from under the pillow and set her feet on the carpet.
“You noticed?”
He nodded. “I'm a private investigator.”
She was quiet as he drank the last of his soda.
“You're not gonna ask me what happened?”
“Will you ask me why I was in the nuthouse?”
“I wasn't planning on it.”
“Well, there you go.”
She lowered her head slightly, afraid to look him in the eye. “You don't think it's the most disgusting thing you've ever seen?”
He shook his head. “It's actually very sexy.”
He wasn't lying. Her scarred foot reminded him of how strong Kelly was.
Kelly laughed at the obvious pickup line.
She looked at Mason. He didn't smile, didn't give any sign that he was romantically interested in Kelly. Or interested in getting into her pants.
He was simply stating a fact.
Before she could thank him, he stood up. “It's about time for me to head out.”
Mason had seen her yawn a few times during the movie. He had a great time, but knew he should leave before he embarrassed her any more.
She rose with him. “Okay. It's definitely been a long day.”
She walked with him to his Jeep. She didn't bother putting on socks or shoes. It felt liberating. Someone had seen her foot, and didn't recoil in horror.
He even thought it was sexy.
He smiled from behind the wheel of his Jeep.
“I'll see you around.”
That was it. Kelly wasn't sure what she expected. No exchange of numbers, no plans to hang out in the future.
He just drove away.
Kelly was confused, mostly at herself.
She hated Mason all her life. Now she wanted to know more about him.
Chapter 12
Ronald Fuller stretched his arms over his head as he stepped into his living room. The light was on its lowest setting, a sign his wife and son were out of the house and didn't want him breaking his neck walking around in the dark.
He hung his coat up and went into the dining room. There was a note on the table.
Taking Bradley to basketball practice. Then going to book club. Dinner in fridge.
“I'm not sure. Why?”
“I still have to take this truck back and pick up my car. Keep me company?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
It took a half hour to return the truck and get back to her house. Mason enjoyed riding shotgun while she drove.
He lifted an eyebrow when she parked in her driveway and headed toward the front door. It was clear she expected him to follow.
She stopped in the middle of the living room. Mason stayed a few steps behind her.
“This is all still just so weird.”
Mason was quiet. He looked at her as he slowly closed the front door.
“Do you want to order a pizza?” she asked, turning to look at him. “Maybe watch a movie?”
He frowned. “You want to hang out with me ?”
“Yeah. What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing at all.”
Except beautiful women normally didn't want to hang out with him.
It was something he didn't see coming. Sitting on the far end of a sectional couch, with Kelly on the other side, eating pizza and watching Toy Story .
Maybe she was finally moving past whatever negative feelings she had for him.
He tried not to smirk as he stole glances at her. She sat on the couch with her shoes off. Then she must have felt self conscious about her foot, or her legs, or both, as she curled them up on the couch and covered as much of herself as she could with a large pillow.
Clearly she didn't know how beautiful she was.
When the movie was over she leaned carefully toward the coffee table to grab the DVD remote, not wanting to shift the pillow from her legs.
Mason held in laughter.
“Kelly.”
It was the first time he said her name. She liked it.
“Yeah?”
“You can stop trying to hide your foot.”
It was a bold thing for him to say. He didn't plan on seeing her after the night was over, so he could be braver than usual. He was shy around women, but he felt like he had nothing to lose.
Her cheeks colored a little as she flashed an embarrassed smile. She slowly pulled her legs from under the pillow and set her feet on the carpet.
“You noticed?”
He nodded. “I'm a private investigator.”
She was quiet as he drank the last of his soda.
“You're not gonna ask me what happened?”
“Will you ask me why I was in the nuthouse?”
“I wasn't planning on it.”
“Well, there you go.”
She lowered her head slightly, afraid to look him in the eye. “You don't think it's the most disgusting thing you've ever seen?”
He shook his head. “It's actually very sexy.”
He wasn't lying. Her scarred foot reminded him of how strong Kelly was.
Kelly laughed at the obvious pickup line.
She looked at Mason. He didn't smile, didn't give any sign that he was romantically interested in Kelly. Or interested in getting into her pants.
He was simply stating a fact.
Before she could thank him, he stood up. “It's about time for me to head out.”
Mason had seen her yawn a few times during the movie. He had a great time, but knew he should leave before he embarrassed her any more.
She rose with him. “Okay. It's definitely been a long day.”
She walked with him to his Jeep. She didn't bother putting on socks or shoes. It felt liberating. Someone had seen her foot, and didn't recoil in horror.
He even thought it was sexy.
He smiled from behind the wheel of his Jeep.
“I'll see you around.”
That was it. Kelly wasn't sure what she expected. No exchange of numbers, no plans to hang out in the future.
He just drove away.
Kelly was confused, mostly at herself.
She hated Mason all her life. Now she wanted to know more about him.
Chapter 12
Ronald Fuller stretched his arms over his head as he stepped into his living room. The light was on its lowest setting, a sign his wife and son were out of the house and didn't want him breaking his neck walking around in the dark.
He hung his coat up and went into the dining room. There was a note on the table.
Taking Bradley to basketball practice. Then going to book club. Dinner in fridge.
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