“That woman has been through enough.” Her eyes widened as her arms fell away slowly. She was stunned to say the least. How typical. Her head tilted, her brows coming together as she stepped up to the counter. “How do you know what she’s been through, Mason?” Because I saw it in her memorizing blue eyes. Because I read her body language like a fucking book. Because she was holding onto that teal bottle like it was a fucking lifeline.
