Mason Table of Contents Start Reading Dedication More from Patricia Mason Amazon Edition, Licensing Notes "There's only one way I'm going to get him," I whispered to my friend Gracella as the math teacher droned on. "A love potion." The object of my adoration, Ronny Tallsman, sat in his first row, corner seat, blissfully unaware of my feelings or the plot. From my position in the second row, on the opposite side of the classroom, I had a perfect view of his profile. A faint wave curled his chin-length blond hair. His eyes—which I knew were a shade of vivid azure—darted between the board and his note pad as he scribbled with his pencil. He frowned and bit his full bottom lip before scrubbing at the paper to erase a line of writing. Then he shook his head, sending the curls swaying. "You gotta take me to see your great aunt, the voodoo priestess," I continued to Gracella. "Root doctor, Tina." She shot the correction under her breath from the seat beside mine without her head turning.
