Dana POV
The evening had been like something out of a fairytale. Mason had been charming, friendly, and the perfect gentleman. We exited the limousine, and he escorted me up the driveway, his arm tucked into mine, a smile curved onto his lips. As we stood at the front door, Mason put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, shifting back and forth on his feet, clearly debating something with himself. I eyed him curiously, watching the myriads of expressions cross his face. I could see uncertainty as he gazed at me.
“What is it, Mason?” I asked.
I was starting to feel a bit apprehensive. Maybe the date hadn't gone as well as I thought it had. Had I misread the situation? Then again hadn't he enquired about a second date? What was wrong with him? I tried not to lose my composure as I wai
