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thin gray nylon shorts. I love the color gray on men, especially on Mason. I didn’t want to see the bulge in his shorts but it was too late. I think he didn’t see me look. His eyes were on the TV screen. I’m safe.
    He was straight up ignoring me. I looked at the TV. He was watching Game of Thrones on HBO. I smiled inside. We watched it before together. He was the one who turned me on to the show. Now I watched it with Jack. No matter how I tried to erase the past somehow it was as clear as the present.
    Mason was really playing me crazy. Well damn! I will not be ignored. “Coach Rizza, King of the North.” I whispered to Mason and caught his attention. He smirked. “Turn the TV off. I want to talk to you, now.”
    Mason grabbed the remote control off the table and the screen was black before I could roll my eyes. He is listening, good.
    “Yes Kari Lynn.” Mason turned his body to face me. His eyes were so dark and lost. They were smoldering, pulling me in and frightening me all at once. I hated when he called me Kari Lynn. He made it sound all country bunkum-like. 
    I w as trying to keep my focus but Mason was sexy as hell in this new scruffy face and disheveled hair. His dirty blonde locks were longer, tousled and unruly. I had never seen him with this much hair.
    I refrained from gawking at his strong muscular body. He had packed on some weight and muscle and his new hulking body was incredibly sexy. His white ribbed sleeveless t-shirt fit him so snug. The fabric cupped his pecs and showed off his definition. He made a wife-beater look like high fashion. I remember Mason’s biceps being one of the things I loved about his body. Now they were here bulging on full display for me to ogle. Remember you have a boyfriend. His name is Jack Unger.
    I had to say something or I was going to get moist just looking at Mason. “So, what’s going on with you?”
    He wouldn’t speak. He just glared at me with those baby blue things that got me all hot and bothered more times than I can remember.
    “Helloooooo, Coach, what’s going on with you?”
    “Nothing.”
    Seriously? He’s playing with me and I’m not in the mood. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with you?”
    “Fuck!” Mason jumped up . He was standing and hovering over me. “Did someone send you here?”
    I was quiet.
    He was staring me straight on. “Yeah someone sent you. Who?” He was getting mad. He reeked of alcohol. I could smell it on him.
    “What are you talking about?” Play dumb. I got that dumb pretty girl shit down pat. It usually works for me.
    “Don’t lie to me. You have never come here before and then you just show up out the blue looking all I don’t know, caring or something. Who , the fuck, sent you here!” Mason dropped to his knees and placed his body right in between my legs. That’s not where he should be.
    “What are you talking about?”
    His bloodshot blue eyes where all over me. “You can’t lie to me.” Mason grabbed both of my thighs with his hands and started squeezing me.
    “Fuck! That hurts. You fuckin’ psycho.”
    “Tell me who sent you and I’ll let you go.”
    I could feel his fingers pressing into my skin even with the blue jean material as a barrier. “Your sister Karen, fuck! Your sister Karen!” I cried out. The sheer pain made me say it twice.
    Mason loosened his grip on my thighs a nd he started to massage the area where he was holding me tightly. Rubbing my thighs was a no-no. It was too close to my hot spot.
    “Mason, get your hands off me.” I was tempted to slap him but he threw his hands up in the air and stood. He walked over to the bed and took a seat.
    “Karen sent you here?” He spoke it in disbelief. “How do you know my sister?” I could see he was trying to piece it all together.
    “Your sister showed up at my house. She expressed concern for your mental well-being. I really didn’t believe she had much to worry about. I had to come see for myself. Now I get it. You look