Lauren’s POV
Arriving home at 5 in the afternoon when our “drink out night” is scheduled at 7 in the evening clearly shows that I am excited to see him. I reminded myself not to get too flustered by his presence later and to just act as cool as possible about everything. But, my ever-so-loud-thumping-heart would probably make all my walls fall apart.
“Unbelievable, Lauren! Get it together, you’re the woman here…Don’t be too head over heels for that man. Gosh!” I talked to myself loudly out of internal embarrassment the moment I step foot inside the house.
As I expected, our place is empty. The living room is free of dust and the pastel sofa pillows are neatly organized along the thin blanket that lays over it. Maybe Mason is still in his workshop. And he is probably clueless about
