“Now who’s bein’ a pussy?” Matt tossed Mason’s words back at him. “Speaking of pussy.” Mason let his words trail off, not sure if he should have raised the subject of his time with Claira around Grey. They would have to talk about her sooner or later. Mason shrugged. Maybe it was time to test the waters. Before he said another word, Grey’s head fell back against the bale of hay. “I knew I smelled her when I walked in here.”
Fucking WHAT
