Chapter Seventeen
Why in the hell was Mason Carter trying to woo away his help? And what in the hell was he doing with his sleeves rolled up in his kitchen?
Mason cracked a cautious smile. “Just lending a hand.”
Trying to steal my help is more like it.
Jamey glared at him before taking a sip of her whiskey. “I’m happy for the help.”
“Why didn’t you ask me then?” A wave of hurt coiled through him. He’d have stopped entertaining the guests to help her. All she’d had to do was ask.
She clenched her jaw and smiled frostily. “Mason, would you please excuse us? I can take it from here.”
Mason’s eyes filled with concern as he looked back and forth between the two of them, a frown lurking at the corners of his mouth. “Everything okay?”
Jamey tossed a dishtowel into the dirty linens bag und
