Page 35 of Enemies with Benefits

"That you will, and stop calling me ma'am. I told you that years ago, and it hasn't changed."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Honestly. Men. Can’t live with them, can't live without them."

With that, I turned and walked out, grabbing Kayden by the elbow and all but dragging him from the building. I made a point to ignore Mason watching me closely as I left because it gave me the urge to snap at him to stop staring at me. By the time we made it outside and down the block, I finally looked at the card in my hand, which had crumpled from my grip.

"Their mom was really cool," Kayden said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"What's on there anyway?" Kayden asked, looking at my hand. "Huh, he's got some neat handwriting."

"I always used to say he wrote like a girl."

"Wow. We're attributing gender to handwriting now?"

"I was sixteen."

"You know that doesn't stop me from saying you used to be kind of a dick."

"Fine, whatever," I said, looking at the card. It had an address written on it, and below that, the word Endless. "The fuck does that mean?"

"No clue," Kayden said, looking it over once more before shrugging. "You gonna go?"

"No," I said, scowling when he snatched it before I could ball it up and throw it away. "Kayden, get rid of it. I'm not going anywhere that asshole wants me to go and?—"

"And you have vowed eternal hatred for him, so strong it will pass along the bloodline and continue into the afterlife," Kayden interrupted as he shoved the card away. "Look, the guy seemed to be genuinely making an attempt?—"

"Yeah, right. Not him."

"For the sake of his nephew, who he clearly dotes on? Yeah, I bet he is."

"Whatever."

"And for the sake of your kid, I might add."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I'll hold onto this card in case you change your mind, though."

"I won't."

"Yeah, but just in case."

"Don't bother."

There was no way in hell I was doinganythingMason Beckett wanted me to do.

No way.

MASON

"So let me get this straight," Milo began in my ear, clearly interested by what I'd just told him and doing a shit job at concealing it.

"Neither of us knows anything about getting something straight," I pointed out as I jogged steadily on the treadmill.

"You know, it's always so nice to be reminded how funny you aren't," he said with a snort. "Did you think it was funny?"