Lisa stood and stared after Mason’s retreating back. What the hell had just happened? It all felt like a bad dream. They were having a perfectly delightful evening and then, bam, out of nowhere, Mason was yelling at her and storming off. It was like living with her aunt all over again. That was the kind of stunt she pulled, lulling Lisa into a false sense of security and then hitting her between the eyes with something from out of left field.

She took two steps into her office and sat down in her office chair, looking at the offending screen. Mason’s picture looked back at her disapprovingly. She supposed...