Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,12
she’s asking for you.”
“She is?”
“Yes. I thought maybe you’d want to come see her.”
“Of course, I’ll be right there.”
I grabbed my purse and flew through the apartment.
“Where are you going?” Mason asked.
“Out. I’ll be back in a while.”
Even though my mother was in a state of reality for a short while, it was good to be able to hold a conversation with her, even if it was only for a few hours. Days like these were far and few between anymore. She recognized me the moment I stepped into her room and she gave me a hug. We went for a walk outside and took in the beauty mother nature had to offer. I treasured every second I was with her until she slipped away, back into the cracks that filled her mind and into the fog that consumed her well-being.
After I left Easton Gardens, I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. I was starving, so I stopped and picked up a pizza. I wanted to ask Mason what he liked, but I didn’t have his number. When I walked through the door, I set the pizza on the island and Mason came from his room.
“Hey,” he spoke.
“Hey. I brought a pizza home. Well, to your home. Have a piece. There’s plenty there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course. Do you have any plates?”
“Yeah. They came with the apartment. Four of everything, including the silverware,” he said as he reached up into the cabinet.
After he handed me my plate, I put two slices of pizza on it and took it over to the table.
“How about a bottle of beer to go with your pizza?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He handed me my beer and took the seat across from me. We sat there in awkward silence for a few moments while we ate.
“Is everything okay?” Mason asked.
“Yeah. Why?” I picked up my beer.
“I don’t know. It’s just the way you ran out of here. Like there was an emergency or something.”
Did I tell him about my mom? Dare I open that door? It didn’t matter because after tonight, I probably wouldn’t see him again. Maybe only in passing at the hospital or at the bar.
“I went to see my mom.”
“Your mom lives here?” he asked with a confused look on his face.
“Yes. She lives over at Easton Gardens.”
“The assisted living home for people with Alzheimer’s?”
“Yeah. You know it?”
“Yeah. We get called there a lot. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Thanks. She was having a good day today and was asking for me, so Karen called to let me know. It isn’t often she has days like that, so I take every opportunity I can get.”
“How long has she had Alzheimer’s?”
“It started four years ago and just this past year it got really bad. Easton Gardens is one of the best in the country. That’s why I brought her here.”
“I know it is, and it’s only a couple blocks away. May I ask how old she is?”
“She’s fifty-nine.”
“Damn. She’s still young.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mason got up and when he opened it, Nathan stepped inside.
Chapter 11
Mason
“Nathan, when did you get back?”
“A while ago. Allison and Ruby are with Aspen and Mila, so I came by to check out your new place. Is that Dr. Davis?” he whispered with a smile as he glanced over my shoulder. “So you did manage to score with her.”
“God no. It’s been a clusterfuck of a day and you won’t believe it. Come on in.”
“Dr. Davis, it’s nice to see you again.”
“Hi, Nathan. You can call me Sara.”
“So, what’s going on here?” he asked. “By the way, great place.”
“I’ll let you tell him the story,” Sara said as she got up and placed her plate in the dishwasher. “I’ll go make a plan. It was nice to see you, Nathan.”
Nathan gave her a smile and then turned to me.
“What the fuck is going on? What did I miss? This is why I hate being gone for more than a day.”
I sighed as I sat down.
“Go grab a beer and a slice of pizza and prepare yourself.”
“So, what is doctor hottie doing here?” he asked as he brought his plate back to the table.
“The landlord inadvertently leased the apartment to both her and me. One of us has until tomorrow morning to let them know who’s moving out.”
“You can’t be serious, bro.” His brow arched.
“I’m dead serious. We talked to Elijah about it. There isn’t anything we can do.”
“So I take it you kicked her to the curb?”
“I did.