Since he was now back in his condo, Jason figured it was safe enough to finally answer his phone. “Hi, Mom.”
“Don’t you ‘hi, Mom’ me,” Carolyn Ludlow snapped. “What have you been doing all day? Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”
“Because I was busy,” he said calmly. Several decades of dealing with his mother had allowed him to achieve that apparently unflappable exterior…although underneath, he still bristled with annoyance. It would be nice if she treated him as a son just once, instead of as a sometimes useful adjunct to her office as prima. “You did send me here to do a job, not go sightseeing, right?”
“Busy doing what?” she asked, ignoring his comment. Which was also like her; Carolyn Ludlow only acknowledged what she wanted to acknowledge. Everything else might as well not
