Page 19 of Sugar and Spice (Glitter and Sparkle #3)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I sit back quickly, adjusting my coat. My pulse thrums in my ears, and I know my face is flushed.

Riley hops out of the passenger seat and hurries to my window.

“Sorry,” she murmurs to me when I roll the window down. Then louder, she says, “It was getting dark, and a winter weather advisory was just issued. We were worried that you guys were still out there. We were going to hunt you down.”

I texted Riley earlier to let her know where we were going. I’m not sure if I’m upset or relieved that she interrupted us, so I decide to be grateful she cared enough to check on me.

“We were about to head back to the lodge,” I tell her.

She nods, and her eyes flicker to Mason.

“Hey, Riley,” Mason says in that delicious voice of his.

“Hi…Mason.” A giggle escapes her, and then she rips her attention back to me. “We’re going to go.” She points to the road. “Careful driving back. It’s already slick.”

“Okay.”

She widens her eyes briefly at me, her whole face brimming with incredulous excitement, and then she scampers back to Linus’ truck.

I wave to Linus as they pull onto the road. He gives us a friendly smile in return, and then we’re alone again.

Mason clears his throat. “I have a thing on Wednesday. I was hoping you might come with me.”

I turn to him. “What kind of thing?”

“I’m performing in a Christmas special. We’d leave on Tuesday night and fly back late after the show.”

We don’t have an episode to film on Wednesday, probably because Mason’s schedule has already been worked out with the network.

“Where’s the concert?”

“New York.”

I blink at him. “New York? As in city? As in days away?”

A grin flashes across his face, but he quickly schools it. “We’ll take a jet out of Denver. It’s a three-and-a-half-hour flight.”

“Are you serious? You want me to come with you?”

“I do.”

I sit back in my seat, overwhelmed. “I didn’t pack anything to wear to something like that.”

His hand drifts to my knee. “I’ll have my assistant get in touch with you. She’ll take care of everything.”

“I can’t accept?—”

“You can.” He gives my knee a squeeze. “Come on. It’ll be fun, and I don’t want to go by myself. It’s a long flight if you don’t have company.”

“All right,” I say, and then I point a finger at him. “But I will have my own hotel room.”

He laughs and puts the car into gear. “I think I can arrange that.”