Page 43 of Fierce-Baker

“Thought you might like this conversation in your office, but we can have it in the open.”

He turned quickly but caught the grin on Mason’s face. “Office.”

“That’s what I thought.” His boss laughed and got into step next to him.

The minute the door was shut, he walked to his chair and sat, then wrestled with the wrapper on his cookie. “Shoot.”

“Are you making a move on Tasha?”

“Did your mother’s matchmaking rub off on you? No way you’re helping her.”

Mason shook his head. “Never.”

“Then what do you want to know?”

“Just what I asked. You know it’s her my mother has in mind. I need to get ahead of her.”

He debated sharing anything. Dudes didn’t normally talk like this. Orhedidn’t.

But this was a unique situation.

No one had ever taken an interest in him in the past. Not like this.

Not to pull him in and make him feel as if he belonged.

Hell, even his own parents didn’t always make him feel like the Fierces did.

Could be why he moved hours away. He just needed a freaking break from it.

But it followed him anyway.

All it took was a text or a phone call from one of his parents to be dragged down the hole of drama.

At least the shit with the fifty thousand was taken care of. Brittany talked to their mother, told her where the money was, her mother looked and felt like a fool.

In his eyes, there were more actions his mother took that she should be embarrassed about over forgetting that money was moved into her retirement fund.

“Your father and I talked not that long ago.”

Mason laughed. “He’s all about messing up her plans. What did he say?”

“He verified it was Tasha also.”

“So you’ve given in and not fought it? Dude,” Mason said, his voice almost in pain. “I thought better of you.”

“Maybe if I hadn’t already noticed her I would have. I don’t know.” His head went back and forth. “Last weekend I saw her walking her son. She lives about half a mile from me.”

“No shit. Don’t tell my mother that.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Not at all. So she’s walking her son and you stop and talk?”

“Just for a minute. Just enough to get an idea of where she was coming from.”

And for him to watch her ass as she walked away in a pair of shorts that had to have been made to drop a man to his knees.

Or maybe it was just him and how long it’d been since he’d felt much for a woman.