"Bee, that's ridiculous. I bet he isn't even Max Caldwell's son. Caldwell is a common name. And so is Mason." She pulled out her phone and opened up Google. A few seconds later she frowned. "Okay, well maybe he does have a son named Mason. Is this him?" She put her phone in my face.
"Yeah, that's him."
"Wow, he's so sexy. Damn. Why doesn't Marie ever set me up with anyone?"
"Kendra, he's a dick."
"Well Max Caldwell has another son. Matthew. Maybe he's the one that helped entertain Max's new hires?" She showed me a picture of Matthew. He didn't look much like his brother. He was handsome, but in a more sophisticated way. I couldn't really explain it, but he looked tight-laced. He didn't look like he frequented underground clubs and had connections with all sorts of weird loose women.
"No. It's Mason. It's definitely Mason. He talked like he had sex all the time. And he was...experienced."
"Shit, did you have sex with him?"
"No. Not exactly."
"What does that mean?"
"It doesn't matter. He's a man whore. And I'm moving."
"Come on. Let's go talk to Marie. I'm sure she can clear this up for you. Besides, if he is Max Caldwell's son, then he's loaded. And you shouldn't write him off so easily. You could use a few nice things."
"Kendra! Don't be gross. I don't want his money. I don't want anything to do with a guy like that. He's worse than Patrick."
She looked around my apartment. "Why is it again that you won't move in with me? We could split the rent and my apartment is a lot nicer than this."
She had asked me a few times to move in with her. It was another step that I wasn't quite ready to make. My last good memories of Patrick were in this apartment. It was like changing my relationship status on Facebook. It just seemed so final. I didn't want to have a conversation about moving right now. Besides, if I was moving anywhere, it was back to Wilmington.
"I'm not ready."
"But you're ready to move back to Wilmington? Come on, let's go. And change out of my dress." She picked up a pair of jeans and tossed them at me.
