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was fucking whomever I wanted to. For me, though, when he came to Chicago on that whim, something had changed, and I thought perhaps I could wait for him . Sex was sex. I liked sex, every red-blooded American woman did. Sex with Wes though was more than an experience. It was life changing. Alec was amazing in bed; it was fun, sensual, exotic, and great at the time. I enjoyed my time with him immensely, but my emotions weren’t involved the way they were with Wes, and I feared that even though he said things with Gina were causal that she’d learn quickly what a catch he was and ultimately, I’d come out the loser. I guess it was in my cards. Doing what I had to do for my family had to take priority.
    In the meantime, I’d focus on the job and maybe make someone else’s life better. Starting with Mason. He wasn’t a lost cause. I could see a gentleman hiding under all that swagger. Life had taught him to live in the present, and the money being thrown at him hadn’t taught him a thing about how to respect the people in his life. I wondered if he was truly happy. He couldn’t be if he had to hire an escort to pretend to be his steady girlfriend. I mean, there was a horde of women screaming his name, begging for his attention. I needed to find out more about young Mason. What made him tick, what made him the womanizer he’d been or, perhaps, pretended to be? Either way, I was here for the better part of a month, and I wasn’t going to squander that time away crying in my beer. No, I’d spend it slugging that beer back with a hot baseball player and his sexy as hell baseball friends.
    Game on!
     

Chapter 3
     
    Week one of pretending to be Mason “Mace” Murphy’s girlfriend had ended up being a blast. I felt like I was on vacation all week. I went to four home games, three of which they won, and I gotta admit that being the girlfriend of a winning baseball player was awesome! We partied like it was 1999, only this time, all the reports of Mason showed him hanging all over the same girl, namely me, never smoking, and keeping his drinking under control. No sloppy drunkard pictures for the press this time. He was on his best behavior, and it showed with all the smut rags promoting the good news, yet still speculating when he was going to fall off his pedestal and be the bad boy they knew him to be. Well, they could just keep waiting because it wasn’t going to happen on my watch.
    Over the past week, I’d also had some time to reflect on my feelings over Wes and Gina which I lovingly now refer to as “Wesina” just to keep the fire in my belly burning. It wasn’t fair, but I’d been avoiding Wes’s calls and texts. I’d receive one call and one text per day since last week when I found out he was banging perfect Hollywood hottie Gina DeLuca. I knew if I wanted to stay close with Wes, even as friends, I needed to respond. That’s why when a text buzzed through from Wes, I didn’t immediately ignore it or delete it.
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    Was thinking about you while on location. This reminded me of you. It always will. Please talk to me.
    Under his text was a picture of a beautiful ocean. In the sand was a single surfboard. Man, I missed surfing. By the time I got back to California, I would be so out of practice, that he’d need to reteach me. That thought made me snicker.
    Without thinking too much about it, I shot off a text.
    To: Wes Channing
    From: Mia Saunders
    That view looks like Heaven. Catch a few waves for me will ya? I miss surfing with you.
    Before I could put my phone in my purse, it dinged with an incoming message.
     
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    She lives! Damn sweetheart. You had me worried you’d never talk to me again. Glad that’s not the case. How are you?
    To: Wes Channing
    From: Mia Saunders
    Baseball, beer, brats, Boston…couldn’t be better.
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    Sounds like a dream come true for you. What about all the other letters