MASON
The girl at the front desk gasped when she saw my face the next morning. I couldn’t blame her. I’d woken to a pounding head, black eye, busted lip, and aching ribs as well. f*****g Caldron.
I didn’t want to shock this receptionist too much, so I kept my shades on. “James Kade said to be here at seven. I’m Mason Kade.”
“I know.” Hearing my dad’s name and mine seemed to settle her a bit. She glanced around. “My manager said you’d be coming in, along with another guy. I’m supposed to show you to the conference room you’ll be using.”
“And the other guy is here,” a voice announced.
I turned to see Adam Quinn standing next to me with his hand raised. He was about to slap me on the shoulder.
“Lay one hand on me and I’ll break it, Quinn.”
He looked the same as in high school. I knew g
