Lisa showered, washing away the blood and the pervasive smell of pig flesh all the while cursing Mason and his rotten timing. Why did he have to catch her every single time? The guy must have heard like a bat. She’d finally been able to get rid of all her earlier frustration as she worked at dismembering the pig - in her best time yet - and then she’d had to run into him in the hallway and all that frustration had risen anew. And then he’d had the gall to try and explain away the kiss. ...