Right Now Just what had she felt last night? Twice. Casey looked over her shoulder. The women at the table were trying to seem involved in table conversation, but she knew every ear was tuned to Mason’s question. And her answer. A shiver of panic slithered down her spine. Palms damp with sweat, Casey moved forward a few steps, but Mason didn’t budge. She would either have to back up and go around the tables or plow forward and push him out of the way. No matter what she did, she would cause a scene. One of the ladies cleared her throat, clearly growing bored with Casey’s hesitance. The dull pounding in her head returned, and she squinted her eyes. Mason raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to one side. Waiting. As much as she wanted to say sex with Mason was only about the heat of the moment, Casey knew it wasn’t. There was something between them, at least on her part, from that first conversation to her running away from him in the sauna. His smile comforted her. His arms protected.
