When You're Back (Rosemary Beach #12)(5)

I was sleepy but hungry, too. It looked like we had slept past dinner. I nodded.

“I’ll get your suitcase. Take your time getting dressed. I’ll fix your plate,” he said, bending down to press a kiss to my lips.

Mase left the room. I lay there, tucked into blankets that smelled like him.

I could hear Aida at the front door as her voice filled the house. “What took you so long? I brought you food. I’d think you’d be more grateful.”

“Thanks,” he said flatly.

“Where you going?”

“Bringing Reese her suitcase,” he replied as his footsteps made their way back to the bedroom.

“Jesus, Mase. You could’ve at least picked up her underwear before you let me in,” Aida said in an annoyed tone. She didn’t like me. I wasn’t just imagining that.

He didn’t respond. When he opened the door, he rolled his eyes and grinned at me. Our discarded clothing was tucked under one of his arms as he carried my suitcase with the other hand. “Ignore her.”

He tossed our clothing onto a chair and winked at me. “Get dressed and come eat.”

When he walked out this time, I sat up, worried about how to face Aida.

I didn’t want his cousin to dislike me, but I wasn’t sure if I had any control over that.

Mase

Momma had sent over enough food to feed an army. I reached to get two plates out of the cabinet. “Tell Momma I said thanks for this. Reese is probably starving.”

Aida was standing on the other side of the counter with her hand on her hip. “You only got two plates. Is Reese not eating with us?”

Us? Shit.

Aida wasn’t leaving. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy hanging out with her when she visited, but I didn’t want her hanging out with us right now. I just got Reese back. I wasn’t ready to share her yet.

“Uh, I figured you had already eaten.”

She looked hurt. “No, I wanted to eat with you. We always eat dinner together.”

Damn. This wasn’t going to be easy.

I saw movement from across the living room and glanced up to see Reese standing there in a pair of cutoff sweats and a T-shirt that hugged her body just right. I wanted to be alone with her, but Aida was here, and I couldn’t hurt her feelings.

I smiled at Reese. “Come eat. I’m getting you a plate ready now.” She glanced at Aida then back at me nervously.

“She can’t fix her own plate?” Aida asked in a snarky voice I didn’t like.

“Yeah, she can. But she doesn’t have to. Not when I’m here.”

My reply seemed to annoy Aida, but she didn’t say anything else. What was her deal? No wonder Reese looked nervous. Aida wasn’t being her usual bubbly self. Reese was seeing a bad side of her.

“I don’t mind. I can do it,” Reese said as she moved toward me. She seemed eager to please. This was the Reese I’d met. The one who was unsure of herself and shy. Aida wasn’t going to bring that out of her again—I wouldn’t allow it.

“I got this, baby,” I assured her.

She walked toward the cabinets. “I’ll fix the drinks, then. Aida, what would you like?” she asked.

I looked over at Aida, who seemed even more annoyed before she saw me looking at her. Then she smiled. “I’d like sweet tea, please,” she replied. Her smile didn’t meet her eyes. I was going to have a talk with Aida. Something was off with her.

“Momma sent tea, too,” I told Reese, sliding the gallon of tea across the counter to her. “I’ll take some, too.”

Reese smiled up at me, relieved about something, and began pouring three glasses. “I love your momma’s sweet tea,” she said.

And my momma loved Reese. I was surprised she hadn’t brought the food over and had sent Aida instead.

I slid a plate over to Aida before I picked up Reese’s and walked over to the table to set it down. Reese was setting the glasses of tea at each seat. I pulled her to me and kissed her.

“Eat a lot. You need your energy,” I whispered in her ear, then walked back over to fix my own plate.

Aida was frowning at me. “Do you have to do that with me here?”

“My house, Aida. I can do what I want in it. You don’t like it, you can eat at Momma’s.” I was tired of her snarky attitude. She was never like this. I didn’t know what had gotten into her.

“That’s rude,” she said, sounding hurt.

“When I want to kiss Reese, I will. Get over it.”

I didn’t wait for her to say more but grabbed several pieces of fried chicken and a biscuit before walking back to the table.

Reese was sitting there, staring down at her plate with her hands in her lap, looking a little lost. “You’re not eating,” I said.

She lifted her gaze to meet mine. “I was waiting for the both of you to join me.”

Aida sat down on the other side of me. “So are we still going to the cattle auction tomorrow? I’ve been looking forward to that all week.”

I kept my gaze on Reese. “Doubt it. I don’t expect Reese will want to get up that early.”

“Reese doesn’t have to go,” Aida replied.

She was really starting to piss me off. “She just got home. I’m not going anywhere without her.”