This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Chapter 1 No way. Lora Parrish had just stuck her head over the railing to see what her friend Mason Kendall was up to in his attic office, but now she ducked down and stared at the wall. He's not doing what I think he's doing. Is he? She cautiously stuck her head up again, just far enough to get a glimpse, and her cheeks heated, along with the rest of her. Yes, Mason was definitely doing what she'd thought he was doing. She and Mason were close enough that they wandered freely in and out of each other’s houses, which were on the same street. She'd walked up these stairs many times before, and never caught Mason doing anything of a, well, personal nature. Even when he was working on the computer, he’d always heard the sound of her feet thudding gently on the carpeted staircase.
