NICOLE

When I get home in the evening, Mason hounds me with all sorts of questions.

"How'd the whole thing go? Did you see him? Did you talk?"

Honestly, I'm not used to this new side of Mason where Roman is concerned. It was easier when they hated each other and didn't try to meddle in my life. "Yes, I went to see him."

He follows me into the kitchen, and when I don't expand my answer, he grits out impatiently, "And!? What happened next!?"

I meet his gaze. "We didn't reconcile, if that's ...