Eden’s POV

I don’t mind being at the Golden family estate.

Mason joins Carol and me at the breakfast table, his bare chest carved out in muscle while he rubs his tired, baggy eyes with a fist. Carol pours him a cup of coffee, but he doesn’t seem too interested in it.

“Good morning, Eden,” Mason grumbles lightly. “It’s nice to see you back here.”

“Glad to be back,” I reply. “Did the brothers tell you to find the guys ...