Page 65 of Fun and Games

"Hm." Mason's mouth twisted. "Yeah. I guess Quinn should come, too."

I cocked my head at him. He sounded reluctant to have her over.

"Do you two get along well?" I asked. Things had seemed fine between them during that trivia night.

"Sure," Mason said. "Quinn's a great girl."

"I sense abutthere," I said.

Mason flicked his eyes to me briefly.

"I don't want to get too attached," he said.

My brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"I don't like getting attached to the girls Connor brings home," he said. "They never stay for long."

My mouth dropped into a small O.

"Are you saying you think they're going to break up?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," Mason shrugged. "All relationships break down eventually."

"They really seem like they're in love," I said. "You don't think they'll last?"

"Not for good, no." Mason sounded matter-of-fact about it.

From what I'd seen of Connor and Quinn, the guy was head over heels for her, and the way she looked at him with soft eyes proved she felt the same.

Lucky made his way back to his doggy bed and jumped into it, settling down with a cute little yawn. Mason knelt next to him and gave him neck rubs as his sleepy eyes began to close.

"My parents have been together for over twenty-five years," I spoke up.

Mason craned his head to look at me.

"They met in college and waited until they had graduated to get married," I said. "They had my sister soon after, and then me. They're still madly in love with each other."

"Well, they've beat the odds, then," Mason said. "Because that's rare."

"My grandparents, too, on both sides," I added. "Still married. Still in love."

Mason narrowed his eyes at me, then cracked a small smile.

"Are you trying to convince me true love exists?" he asked.

"Is it working?" I countered.

He snorted and looked down at his new dog beginning to doze off.

"I've fallen for Lucky, so that's something, I guess," he said.

I felt bad for Mason. To have such a cynical outlook on love, and life, and relationships…

I now understood the saying,better to have loved and lost,because at least I knew David loved me. Mason had never had that.

I knelt down and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind.

"Do you really think true love is a lie?" I asked.