Chapter 4Mason was a born and raised Texan. The heat didn’t bother him. It was an integral part of his existence. His naturally blond hair was bleached to a stark white, and he was careful to use sunscreen to avoid nasty burns and possible cancer. He loved the sun. He might have been stuck behind a computer during the week, but on the weekends, he liked to be outside. Even in the summer.
By the time Pedra let him stop working, Mason never wanted to see the sun again. He had erected tents, strung lights, weeded the garden, cut the grass, and run a plethora of other errands. He decided he hated Cinco de Mayo. He was baked through to his bones. He had been scrupulous about using the lotion, but his skin still felt tight and too hot. The fact that the house didn’t have an air conditioner made
