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myself. Even the amazing sex couldn’t take the edge of how bad I wanted to hold him close.
    He eased back to look at me, his expression shocked and wary.
    I knew exactly how he felt.
    I pushed him away from me to get some much-needed breathing space. I covered myself up with my arms as best I could, feeling far too vulnerable now. “Where’s my—” Mason picked up my shirt and shorts, handing them back to me. I smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”
    It helped, to be dressed again. Mason fastened himself back into his jeans, pulling on his t-shirt. It was far easier for me to think straight with the temptation of his body removed.
    With the memory of what we’d just done so raw, I needed at least one concession.
    “I didn’t mean that to happen,” Mason said stiffly.
    Ten seconds before the sex, we’d been fighting. I tried to call up that anger again but found only self-admonishment.
    “Me either,” I sighed
    “Still want me to get out?”
    I considered him. He looked a lot more relaxed now, and for that I didn’t blame him, but his easy slouch and swollen-red mouth wasn’t helping me to want him gone.
    I sighed roughly. “Fuck you.”
    Mason laughed, and it wasn’t long before I was laughing too. “I think you just did.”
    “Don’t push it, Mason,” I drawled.
    “I think I just did.”
    I didn’t want to find him funny but I couldn’t help it. The sex had made me stupid or something, sent my guard crashing down. That’s what Justin would most likely say if I divulged this to him.
    Don’t let your guard down.
    It was good advice.
    “I mean it,” I snapped. “I’m so fucking mad at you I can’t even think straight.”
    “Look, I know this doesn’t mean anything,” he said reasonably.
    “I didn’t say that,” I blurted out quickly, wanting to slap a hand over my damn wayward mouth.
    Mason nodded, like he understood, simply saying, “Okay. We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want.”
    I stayed seated on the kitchen counter, my legs hanging down. “We do have to talk about Ethan, though.”
    “Yeah.”
    “I want you to look me in the eye and tell me for real if what you’re saying is true.”
    He stood in front of me, his shoulders squared, and looked me dead in the eye. “It’s all true. No word of it is a lie. I told you because I want you to know that, despite everything, you can trust me.”
    I stared at him, trying to spot any tic or twitch, any sign that this all might be some cosmic joke.
    It wasn’t, though, and deep down I knew that. I just didn’t want to deal with it.
    I took a steadying breath, knowing Mason wouldn’t like what I was about to say. “We should go to the police, then.”
    Without missing a beat, Mason immediately told me, “No.”
    “This is a police matter, Mason!”
    “The police won’t do shit,” he said roughly, suddenly animated, running a hand through his already messy hair. “You think I wouldn’t have gone to them before, if I’d thought they could help?”
    “Mason—”
    He stepped forward, hands held out like some show of reason. “Look, I’ve been in the underworld a long time, so you have to trust me when I say this: the police can’t stop this operation. If someone is paying for Ethan’s head on a plate, no cop in the world can sway them.”
    “I have to try,” I muttered, more to myself than him. “I can’t sit here helpless again while my best friend loses someone else she loves.”
    It was a dig at him and Mason knew it. “Then by all means,” he said flatly, expression tight. “Go see if the police will save the day.”
    I slipped off the counter, avoiding getting too close to him this time as I left the kitchen. “You can stay here if you like.”
    I didn’t check back for an answer, heading upstairs to shower and change quickly. I didn’t hear the front door open, so I assumed he’d still be there when I went back down.
    He was. I was surprised he hadn’t taken the first chance he had to bolt and