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perched on her hips and her mouth hanging open. “That dog doesn’t deserve a bone. Are you suffering from a memory lapse or something girl?” She opened the oven and pulled out the large casserole dish of lasagna, “Mason fucking Thomas Reed walked out of my life eight months ago, he closed that door and I have no intention of opening it.”
    Eden stocked a tray with extra napkins and fresh buns from the warming oven. “Mason needs to know how you feel, he needs to know what he did to you, how it affected you.”
    “Affected me?” She spun round shooting daggers, “His leaving didn’t affect me, it just opened my eyes, gave me a side to Mason I wish I’d seen before I…” her words fell flat.
    “Before what, Mik,”
    “Nothing, we better get this served before it gets cold.”
    That pitiful moment, had Mikala spilled out the words, ‘before I fell in love with him’, would have been a nightmare. Eden would have gone all gaga on her, messing lovey-dovey bullshit into the conversation that she didn’t want to have, and Mikala would have spent the entire evening sidestepping Eden’s matchmaker tendencies.
    “Why can’t you say it, Mik? Why can’t you admit you still love Mason and you miss him?” Eden asked, moving cautiously to her side, sweeping her hair off her shoulder. “You had a child together.”
    “Leave my Charlie out of this, you hear me?” Mikala’s voice warned of impending doom as she slammed the casserole dish onto the counter top. She didn’t discuss her baby boy with anyone. It was as if the day he was buried a door was closed, bolted and locked and only she was entitled to hold that key.
    “I do not love Mason Reed and this conversation is finished.”
    “But Mik,” Eden tried her hand at pleading only to be silenced by a stormy cold don’t-you-dare stare.
    “Finished,” Mikala said, snatching the lasagna from the counter and storming to the dining room.
    Eden added pats of butter to a fancy sculpted dish and set it on the tray. She shook her head, sad that Mikala was so infuriatingly unmovable and wouldn’t listen to reason. Then the wheels started to turn in the opposite direction. Eden wasn’t about to sit silent for long while her friends sat with gaping festering wounds. She would find a way to get these two to talk, maybe they couldn’t get back the love, but at least they could learn to be civil and be friends again.
    Dinner conversation seemed to generate between Eden and Mikala regarding shopping for new furniture and drapery, while the boys talked sports and Mason’s possible prospects in the less than exciting world of security systems. The girls later shared coffee and cheesecake while Chase forced Mason to help clean up and do the dishes.
    Mason stood with his arms crossed over his chest in that military stance he was so well fitted to, he watched as Chase put the last of the cutlery into the designated slots in the drawer and closed it.
    “Yeah well, I didn’t think it was going to happen overnight. That woman’s got a dagger for you.”
    “But she won’t talk at all,” Mason’s head tilted to the side, his brows narrowed, “Did you say she cried?”
    “She was really drunk man, I mean really fucking drunk. But yeah, she cried.”
    “Real tears?”
    Chase raised a single brow in question. “Yeah, real tears. Why?”
    “Mik doesn’t cry. When Charlie…” Mason ran his hand threw his hair, “She didn’t even cry then. I’ve never witnessed Mik crying.”
    “Well she does and it isn’t pretty. That was the first and last time she talked about you and Charlie. Except to call you a prick, an asshole, a good for nothing…”
    A fist slammed into Chase’s shoulder putting a sudden stop to the barrage of less than endearing terms used to describe him in his absence.
    “I don’t know what else to do. I wrote dozens of letters that she returned unopened. She refused all my calls and eventually blocked my number. I sent flowers and gifts, I even