Believe Me (Hearts for Ransom Book 3) Read Free Page A

He lifted both hands and looked at his fingers. He had a lot of them, but he still didn’t think there were enough of them to count on. “twenny –eight. I still gotta lotta wild oats to sew.”
    The waitress started to say something, but Mason had a confession. “I hafn’t sewed any wild oats for a looooooong time—not since I had…had…sex with my baby’s mudder.” He hiccupped. “I ain’t had sex in over a year. Can you bleve that?”
    “I’m sorry.” She was sitting there with that sad look in her eyes again. She must not have any single friends or had sex in a long time either. He finally found someone who understood.
    “Well, now I haf a liddle girl. Would you like to see her pic…picture?” Before the waitress could answer, he went on. “Well, so would I. I took adtatave…ad…van…tage of my baby’s mudder. I did somfin’ ungorvivable.”
    Her hand was back on his. “Are you okay?”
    “I was shamed of myself. I got outta there as fass as I could. Now she says I’m not fit to be anybody’s fodder and since I’ve  swept...slept wif lots,” He stopped and raised both hands to show her his fingers so she would understand he meant a whole lot. There weren’t near enough fingers, even with four hands. “of womans my whole wife…life and I took vantage of her, I figger she’s right. I’m not fit to help pay for my own babe…baby. I can’t even fly…buy her a diaper. I’m not even fit to gif her my mane.”
    “What are you doing, Mason?” He knew that voice. Why did Logan sound so tired?
    His eyes lifted and slowly focused on his friend, who stood at the table, swaying from side to side.
    “You dint bring Emly wif you, Logan. You can’t dance. Member, she’ll get mad at you if you dance wifout her.” He hiccupped again.
    “Thank you for staying with him.” Logan was talking to the kind waitress. Emily probably wouldn’t like that, and Mason would be blamed for it.
    “Kit…Quit it, Logan,” he ordered the other man. “If you sheet on Emly, she’ll kill me.”
    “I’ll handle him from here.” He was still talking to the waitress. “Tell Mel I said thanks for calling me, too. He may have to put me on speed dial one of these days if these idiotic buddies of mine don’t cut this out.”
    Mason was confused. “Why do want a pee dial?” He didn’t know what it was—probably something new for the fancy schmancy toilets they put in their houses. But it still sounded disgusting. “Thass nassy, Logan.”
    “Come on, Mason. I’m taking you home so you can sleep it off.” Logan none too gently pulled him up. Oh. He knew what Logan wanted to do. “I’ll dance wif you. Emly won’t get mad if you dance wif me.”
    He tried to grab Logan’s hand, and throw his other arm around Logan’s shoulders, but his friend stepped to the side, nearly letting Mason fall.
    “I should have called Bo and let him come in here after you. He could have held hands with you. You two are both plain and simple morons when you’re drunk.”
    Mason didn’t understand. “Bo don’t wanna hole my hand.”
    Mason felt himself being stuffed into his coat and then Logan was half dragging him out of the bar and into the parking lot. “My truck’s right over there. Will you at least try to walk? You must weigh a ton.” Mason lost his balance, and nearly took both of them to the ground. “What are you? Six feet of bricks?”
    “Bo don’t wanna hole my hand.” Logan had to believe him. “He’s got Jan and Sef and…” He stopped as Logan lifted on him, trying to get him into the passenger seat of the truck.
    “I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told Bo. If you barf in my truck, you have it detailed.” Logan was mad. Maybe he wanted to hold Bo’s hand. But Bo wouldn’t want to hold Logan’s hand either. He wouldn’t even want to hold the waitress’s beautiful hand. He’d only want to hold Jan’s hand.
    Logan was reaching across him fastening the seatbelt. Mason grabbed his arm.