Dana POV
He can sense something is wrong as soon as I ask him if he's available to talk. As we sit in the restaurant, I clear my throat, finding it inexplicably hard to explain. Mason smiles, although there is a look of concern as he carefully studies me.
"I thought something might be wrong when you called me out of the blue to have a private conversation," he said, propping his chin on his hands and looking at me steadily, before raising a brow and looking at my two hands clenched tightly together "and now I know that I was right."
It was so hard to do this. Especially to a man who had been nothing but kind since I had first met him. I felt like I was betraying him in a way. That I had gone behind his back and done something unforgivable. I had never been good at socializing, but this
