Part Fifty-One

Mason sat in his car in the dark garage. He was beyond pissed off. Did Marcus and Andrea have a history he didn’t know about? He couldn’t be referencing The Club because Andrea had been sold, she hadn’t been taken to their inner circle of perverts.

Mason finally got out of his car and unlocked the front door. Andrea was in the living room and she turned to look at him where Grace lay on her lap, asleep. “You okay, Mase?”

“I’ll take her up.”

“Mason …”

Mason shook his head and Andrea closed her mouth. He picked Grace up and carried her to her bedroom. He kissed her on her forehead and tucked the covers over her. He exhaled a shaky breath as he walked back downstairs to the living room.

“Let’s take this to the kitchen.”

Andrea stood up and followed Mason to the kitchen, where they could close the door and there were less chance of Grace hearing them. Mason opened a cupboard, took out the bottle of scotch and two glasses.

“What’s going on?”

“Did you ever sleep with Marcus Holt?”

Andrea’s