Chapter 84

• Is there something wrong with your rug?”
• “Shit,” Lisa cursed under her breath and stopped dragging the rug across the floor. She took a moment to compose herself before looking up. She knew what she would see and, trust and believe, a woman had to prepare herself to look at Mason.
• Slowly she lifted her head, her eyes staring at his bare feet, long legs clad in dark denim, a faded dark shirt with a ‘Stones’ logo on it (the one with the big red lips and tongue), his forearms bare with dark ink swirls peeking out from his short sleeves. His dark, curly hair touched his shoulders and his chin had dark stubble, but it was his blue eyes that got her. Every. Single. Time.