Heather POV
Mason’s mother was overloading me with questions and probing me to answer them before I could put food in my mouth, or even answer the last question. All I really wanted to do was have a nice quiet dinner with my soon-to-be new family, and enjoy the tingles I felt every time Mason touched me, either by accident or on purpose. They were my favorite feelings at the moment, and I wondered if he got the tingles too, so I would touch him often, so if he did, would he feel like I did?
Well, I hope he did. It would be a shame if he enjoyed this like I did.
At the moment though, it was his mother that was making it feel like I was being questioned.
The door opened, and a very sickly Sabrina walked in. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open in shock.
To say I was shocked at ho
