Chapter 3

Mason sighed and turned away. Obviously straight. Damn it. Well, for a half a second, he thought maybe being stuck here for three months wouldn’t suck as much as he’d thought. Fat chance

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“I’m impressed,” Ashley said, putting the last of the groceries away. “You did better than I thought. You actually chose some vegetables and fruits.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He scowled.

She laughed. “Don’t be such a grouch.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a very simple flip-style cell phone, which she handed to him.

“What’s this?”

“A phone.”

“Yeah, duh. But this isn’t my cell phone.”

Ashley patted his arm. “I know. I’ve temporarily replaced yours with this one. Your usual one has Internet access and all the numbers of your so-called friends who helped get you to this point in the first place. For now, I don’t want you calling any of them to come up here and party with you.”

His jaw tightening, he said, “What if I remember their numbers?”