Reputation (Mason Family, #2)

by Adriana Locke

He’s the singular thing in my life that I can’t rectify. He just hangs out in my head like a perpetual mental hangnail—festering and unresolved.

There’s a war brewing in his beautiful eyes. It’s a battle I can’t watch. I don’t know what it means, and I don’t have the energy to figure it out.

His smile lights up a spot in my heart that was dark before tonight. And even if he leaves—when he goes—at least I had this time with him. At least I know the truth.

This feeling is every love song I’ve ever sang, every emotion I’ve tried to elicit with a constructed lyric. It’s calm in the midst of an unpredictable world. It’s safe when nothing else feels solid.

As I look into his eyes, I don’t think it’s going to be hard to fall madly, stupidly in love with him. And that might be a good thing. And it might not too.