Ava
I wasn’t supposed to hear it.
Mason’s friends were in the garage, loud the way they always got after a few beers, and I was only cutting through to grab my charger from the car. I stopped when I heard my name.
“Hundred each,” one of them said. “You get her in bed before Sunday and we pay up. No proof, no money. And it has to be her. Not some random.”
Mason laughed. Low. The same laugh he used when he was winning at something.
“She’s my stepsister, dickhead.”
“Exactly. That’s why it’s a bet. You’ve been looking at her all summer like you want to bend her over. Put your money where your mouth is.”
A pause. I pressed closer to the wall.
“Fine,” Mason said. “Hundred each. But when I win, you shut the f**k up about it. And you don’t tell her.”
“Deal. Clock starts now.”
I backed ou
