Mason did not see that coming, and not just because he'd been keeping his eyes closed as he wait for Cara to actually tell him she was dressed.

"I'm not lying," he protested, gasping and suddenly grateful that his Cara had won the 'needs to learn to handle an agiel' argument. "I'm your son."

Not that anyone had bothered telling him that until it reached the point it was blatantly obvious to anyone who looked that they were somehow related.