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“See?” Jace looked at Rowan. “That’s affection. He usually threatens murder when he’s stressed.”
“That does not help your case,” Rowan told him.
Tessa leaned toward Luca. “I give them two weeks before they either hook up or have a massive emotional breakdown.”
“Probably both,” Luca replied.
Honestly?
They were probably right.
Which was deeply concerning.
ROWAN
I should say no to the car thing.
That would be smart.
Reasonable.
Normal.
Instead I looked at Mason standing there with his hands in his pockets looking tired and annoyed and accidentally sweet underneath it—
and my brain completely betrayed me.
“You sure?” I asked.
Mason nodded once. “Yeah.”
Then, quieter:
“I’d rather know you got home okay.”
Well.
Shit.
Forty Two
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
MASON
My head felt like absolute crap the next morning.
Not because I was hungover.
Because Jace spent the entire drive home singing breakup songs at me like a psychopath.
“You’re being dramatic,” I told him for the fifth time.
“You looked at her like she personally invented happiness.”
“I’m gonna crash this car.”
“You’d still be in love with her while doing it.”
