Page 50 of Between Regrets and Promises (Between Us Trilogy #2)

“Emma’s family threatened to sue me. They claimed I drove her to popping pills and then did nothing about it.

Wanted to use Emma’s suicide note in court to prove I was the reason.

Her sister knew the whole truth, though, and tried to get them to stop, but with their own grief, they wanted justice and for me to pay.

Of course, my dad stepped in as the DA and paid an assload of money as “compensation.” My dad didn’t do it for my sake, though.

Nothing ever is. It was all to keep my name out of the news and his name out of any bad press. He’s held it over my head ever since.”

“Oh God,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And then Weston…”

“Yep.” He nods. “Daddy to the rescue but, again, not for my sake. Another thing he can taunt me with, though. The son who keeps getting in trouble, who’s at the center of another death.”

“Weston wasn’t your fault, and neither was Emma’s, even if you think differently,” I say carefully. “Have you heard from Emma’s family since? Or was the money all they were after?”

“They said justice would someday get me, and that’s the last I heard from her parents. Her sister, Serena, was my saving grace, though.”

My eyes widen. “Wait. Serena? Your lawyer friend?”

“Yeah, actually…” He scrubs a hand over his face and takes a shallow breath. “She moved in here with us that summer.”

“ She was the third roommate?” My jaw drops.

He nods, confirming.

“Wow.” I blink, hadn’t expected that. “So she didn’t hold a grudge like her parents?”

“No. She knew the truth, but she hadn’t wanted to tell her parents everything to tarnish the memory of their daughter, so I agreed that it was best not to share the whole story with them. It wouldn’t fix anything or bring her back, so once my dad paid them off, that was it.”

“How did Serena end up here then?” I ask because I’m nosy and want to know if there’s more to it than he’s telling. I only met Serena once but could tell she was obviously someone important in his life.

“Well, I was a mess, and she worried about me. I dodged her calls, didn’t answer the door when she came barging over, and ignored her and everyone else for weeks.

Emma’s death happened at the end of the semester, so I was spending the entire summer in the house.

Liam tried to help me, but he still had to work and couldn’t watch me all the time.

I was drinking nonstop to numb the pain and hitting anything or anyone who got in my way.

When I say I was a mess, I didn’t recognize myself anymore.

It got that bad. One day, I woke up to Serena moving in boxes of her shit.

She said she wasn’t gonna let me grieve alone, and since I refused to call her back, Liam said she could move in. ”

“Wow…” I say. “That’s why she jumped to help you right away with Weston.”

“Yeah, she’s a lawyer now. She’s a few years older than us and was going into law school when she moved in.”

“Why didn’t you guys ever talk about her before?”

“I guess because I knew it’d circle around to Emma, and I wasn’t ready to talk about her to you or anyone.

Talking about her is still hard. I live with it every day, and it’s not something I like putting on someone else.

” He finally lifts his eyes to mine. “Just like you don’t want pity looks and people to walk on eggshells around you, I felt that tenfold.

Every day. My close friends knew, but I wasn’t ready for anyone else new in my life to know. It’s a lot of emotional baggage and?—”

“I think everyone has some kind of emotional baggage,” I tell him truthfully. “Is that why you stopped dating altogether?” For the past three years, I’ve never seen Mason with another woman, but whether or not that was because he only slept with them and didn’t date them, I don’t ask.

“At eighteen, Emma was my first…everything. My first real relationship. My first love. My first heartache.” I see the shame and remorse in his expression.

“I shut down after that. Knew my past was too much to put on someone else. Didn’t ever want to go through that again.

Kept everyone at a distance so nothing more could come from it. ”

It clicks then when he looks at me, his eyes soft and his lips in a firm line. He hasn’t been in a serious relationship since her because not only does he blame himself for everything but he also refuses to let himself be happy again.

“You can’t keep punishing yourself, Mason. You probably don’t want to hear it, but you have a lot to offer someone. Even if you don’t believe me, Emma was responsible for her own life, too. You can’t keep all the burden on your shoulders.”

“Well, it’s fucking hard not to. Especially when I relive that night over and over again in my mind, all the things I didn’t do, all the things I could’ve done differently, all the things I should’ve said that might’ve stopped her.

It’s so goddamn hard to think I deserve anything less than living with the guilt for the rest of my life. ”

His words are sharp, but arguing with him isn’t going to change the way he feels. And on some fucked-up level, I understand.

I take his hand and place his palm on his chest. He furrows his brows, and I tilt my head, hoping he can hear the sincerity in my voice.

“You have the best heart, Mason Holt. Even if you shield it, even when you push people away, and even if you think otherwise. You go out of your way for the people you care for, and I do understand because I feel a different kind of guilt when it comes to what happened to Weston and how it involved you. I hate that I let him into my life and essentially yours. But what’s done is done.

You have to forgive yourself for what happened to Emma because, ultimately, it was her choice.

You tried to help her. Serena tried to help her, and even if you think you could’ve done more, it might not have mattered.

If it hadn’t happened that night, it could’ve happened another night.

She was sick, she was addicted to drugs, and she was using you as her excuse. ”

Mason stares at me, expressionless, as his throat tightens.

“Forgive yourself, Mason, and live your life again. You deserve it.” I release my hand from his. “It’s because of you that I’m here, alive and safe.”

He drops his hand, letting it smack down on his thigh. “And I want to keep you that way,” he says in a rough voice, a vein in his forehead throbbing. “I don’t trust Caleb.”

“I know your guard is up, but you have to understand that even if he were interested in me, the feelings aren’t mutual,” I tell him honestly.

“Caleb’s a nice guy. He’s been a shoulder to lean on, and I’ve tried my best to listen when he’s needed it, but that’s all we’ll ever be in my eyes.

If he wants more, he’s gonna be sadly disappointed. ”

“I want to trust your judgment, Soph. But after Weston and what I’ve seen in the past few years with criminal cases, it’s hard not to feel skeptical of a guy like Caleb,” he says earnestly.

“Okay, how about this? I will only see him at the grieving circle from now on. Perhaps I’m giving him the wrong idea by being so nice, and if I back off a little, he’ll get the hint,” I tell him because the last thing I want to do is give Caleb the wrong idea.

I was trying to be there for him as a friend, but nothing more is ever going to happen.

“If that’s the only offer I’m gonna get, then okay, I’ll take it,” he says with a smirk. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

“Of course.” I return the smile.

We both stand, exhausted from the night, and I’m ready to pass out. The memory of his kiss from earlier hits me as we stand chest to chest, and I wonder what it’d be like to kiss him again. For real this time.

“Your dinner was amazing, by the way. Sorry I made things weird.” He nervously fidgets with his shirt and then brushes a hand through his hair. I’ve learned over time that’s one of his nervous tics.

“Thank you, and it’s fine. Maybe inviting him over wasn’t the best idea, after all, but I’ll make sure he understands that I’m not interested in anything more than a friendship,” I say, wondering if that’s what he’s really concerned about. “Sorry for snapping at you,” I add.

Mason surprises me when he steps closer and brings a hand to my face. Then he brushes my hair behind my ear with a tender look. “Never apologize to me for being angry. I’d rather you not hide it anyway.”

“I think at this point, we’re beyond hiding stuff from each other.” I smile when he flashes me one of his deep grins. “Thank you for telling me about her. I know it wasn’t easy for you.” I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. “I hope you know how much I appreciate your openness.”

His body stiffens for a second before relaxing around me and closing his arms around my back. I feel his mouth on the top of my head as he gives me a small kiss. “You’re something special, Soph. I guess I can see why Caleb finds it easy to talk to you.”

I pull back slightly. “I like to think it’s because I was the oldest kid, and someone was always crying over something.” I chuckle, knowing my sisters would most likely agree.

“Probably. You have a good heart too. It’s hard not to feel comfortable around you.” Then he gives me a sweet, lingering kiss on the forehead as always. “Good night, sweet Sophie.” When he pulls back, he winks, and everything I’ve tried not to feel for him hits me in full force.

Knowing he pushed me away three years ago and after all this time because of his past makes me wonder if things would’ve ever worked out between us if he’d let himself be happy. If he’d opened up to me then or if he had never gone through it at all, would there have been a chance for us after all?

Mason walks around the sofa and toward the staircase, and before he takes a step, I stop him.

“Mason, wait.”

I swallow, my breaths coming out quicker, and when he pauses and turns toward me, I decide it’s now or never. He kissed me earlier today, and even though he says it was to calm me down, I believe there was much more to it. There’s no way he didn’t feel what I felt.

“Yeah?”

I stalk toward him and launch myself into his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck and pressing my mouth to his.

He doesn’t hesitate and holds me in place as our lips devour each other.

Mason’s hands slide down my body, then he palms my ass cheeks and lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist.

Turning us around until my back hits the wall, he holds me up with his hips.

Large hands cup my face as he slants his greedy mouth over mine and teases my tongue with his.

Tingles travel down my spine as he kisses me, heating my body from within, and it’s definitely one for the books.

Mason kisses me with so much passion and desperation, I never want him to let me go.

Tightening my hold around him, he presses into me harder, letting me feel how aroused he is. I grind my hips against him, and then he pulls back with a growl, pressing our foreheads together.

“Soph…” He breathes out. “Fuck, you better stop that.”

My breaths come out as pants as I try to form words. “You kissed me back.”

“You kissed me back this afternoon,” he retorts, and then we both laugh.

“Were you just trying to calm me down earlier?”

“Yes, but I also wanted an excuse to kiss you.” The vulnerability in his tone makes me smile.

Mason sets me down on my feet, so I have to look up his large frame to meet his eyes. “Why?” I ask, eager to hear him say it. Say he feels what I feel. “Why did you need an excuse?”

“Because you’re not mine to kiss,” he says softly.

I swallow, the weight of his eyes pin me in place, and my entire body shivers with anticipation. I suck in a shallow breath as I choose my next words. “So make me yours.”