MACEY
“Come on, Mace… you can’t be serious.”
Samantha’s voice had that familiar tone, that combination of disbelief and judgment that she always carried. She was sitting cross-legged on my couch, her arms crossed over her chest as if I had just announced I planned to quit my job and move to a monastery in Tibet.
“I thought it was just a fling,” she continued, her words sharp. “I was literally trying to set you up with one of my clients. He’s twenty-seven, an architect, gorgeous, and his mom is my client. Lovely woman. Mace, the man you’re seeing—Damien—he’s just going to use you.”
I froze for a moment, staring at her. My heart still felt warm and full from Damien’s kiss earlier at the door, and here she was, trying to pour ice water over it.
“Really, Sam?” I asked, my voice sharper th
