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report an emergency,” she spoke into the phone.
    “No!” Mason said with more force. He flinched, his headache mushrooming.
    Jada pulled the phone from her mouth. “Are you sure?”
    He attempted to nod. “Yes. I’m fine.”
    “You’re not fine.”
    “I don’t need to go to the hospital,” he said.
    Mason tried to brace himself up on his elbows, but the sting that shot up his right arm had him grimacing and falling back onto the grass, the blades tickling him through his threadbare T-shirt.
    He heard Jada apologize to the 911 operator. Seconds later, she was on her knees next to him, running her hand over his head.
    “Do you think anything is broken?” She ran her palms over his shoulders and down his arms, her soft skin leaving a tingly sensation along his nerve-endings.
    He did not need this. If she didn’t stop touching him, his baggy, nylon basketball shorts soon wouldn’t be able to camouflage the likely consequence of having her hands all over him.
    “I’m so sorry, Mason. I swear I didn’t mean for you to get hurt. I am so, so sorry.”
    Mason cocked one eye open and peered up at her. “Am I really awake, or did I bump my head and knock myself unconscious?”
    “Of course you’re awake,” she said. “Why would you ask that? Do you think you have a head injury or something?”
    “I asked because you’re being nice to me.”
    She rolled her eyes, and Mason felt a slight grin creeping up the corner of his mouth.
    “Come on,” Jada said, hooking her arm around his uninjured elbow and lifting him up. “Let’s get you in the house and get these scrapes cleaned up.”
    His first instinct was to tell her he could handle cleaning up the cuts on his own, but just these few minutes of her fussing over him had felt so good, he decided to keep his mouth shut. Mason allowed her to help him into the house, using the opportunity to inhale her light, clean scent. She smelled fresh, like cotton or baby powder or one of those other soft feminine smells. It was a lot better than he smelled after an afternoon of cleaning out gutters and doing yard work.
    They went into his kitchen and Jada pulled out a chair at the small, round table in the breakfast nook.
    She pointed at the chair. “Take a seat.”
    Damn if she wasn’t bossy as hell.
    Damn if he didn’t love that about her.
    Mason sat and pinched the bridge of his nose, blowing out a frustrated breath. The irony of his long-standing attraction to this woman was both tragic and amusing. She was the last person he wanted to be attracted to, yet he’d been done for from the very first moment he’d spotted her walking into the library at Maplesville High.
    She hadn’t noticed him, of course. Even though he was an upperclassmen, he’d been so far out of Jada’s league that he hadn’t rated a passing glance. Mason had often wondered over the years if she would have ever noticed him if not for her friendship with Kiera.
    The only thing that surpassed his attraction to her was the utter resentment he harbored toward her for never seeing him as anything other than Kiera's older brother. He resented her for feeding into the stereotypes he abhorred; the popular cheerleader marrying the dumb, rich jock. Most of all, he resented the fact that when he was around her she made him feel like that introverted kid who couldn’t possibly catch the eye of a girl like her.
    But he wasn’t that kid anymore. And over the years he’d managed to catch more than just the eye of women who were just as beautiful as Jada. Maybe now that she’d finally seen Eric for the asshole he had been since birth, she could open her eyes to the possibility of being with someone like him.
    Being with someone like him?
    Mason ran his hands down his face.
    What in the hell was the matter with him? He’d gotten over his infatuation with her a long time ago. He did not want Jada Dangerfield.
    “Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?” she asked.
    It was one thing not to have her