Mason Jackson, however, was in a great mood.

He caught the pillow easily and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing it behind her waist for support. His voice was unusually soft as he asked, “What do you want to eat? I’ll have someone bring it up.”

Aurora Jones glared at him. “Get out.”

Mason took her hand instead. “There’s a banquet tomorrow. Come with me.”

She yanked her hand back, her voice icy. “You’re seriously sick.”

Mason chuckled. ...