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Mason stopped in his tracks.“Candi?”

“Yeah.No one really calls me Candace.I’ve been Candi since I was a baby,” I explained.

“That’s…” He shook his head.“I can’t call you that.”

I scrunched up my face.“Why not?”

“Uh, I’m just not someone who uses nicknames, I guess,” he stammered.

Wyatt started pulling trains out of a bin in the corner of his room, telling me about each as he placed them on a small area rug that had train tracks printed on it.“This is Wyatt’s room,” Mason explained.“Mine is directly across.You have the master.”

“That’s not at all necessary, Mr.Davis.”

He waved a hand.“Call me Mason.And honestly, the room was just the one no-one was occupying.It’s a small apartment, but I like to be as close to Wyatt as possible.”

Odd, but okay.

I grabbed my phone to text Elyse.

OMG he’s even hotter in person!

Elyse:

So, you gonna hit it?

No.He’s my boss.His voice is so sexy though

Elyse:

Like romance audiobook narrator hot?

YES!My fucking panties get wet hearing him talk

Elyse:

how’s the kid

cute.seems well behaved.but calls his dad by his first name

Elyse:

Weird.

Chapter4

Mason

“It’s okay.And you can call me Candi.”

I stopped.I could not have heard her correctly.“Candi?”

“Yeah.No one really calls me Candace.I’ve been Candi since I was a baby,” she responded.

She wants to be called Candi?Who the fuck asks to be called a food?A childish food, at that.That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.I refuse.“That’s… I can’t call you that.”

She scrunched up her face.“Why not?”

“Uh, I’m just not someone who uses nicknames, I guess.”That much was true, but there was no way in hell I was calling someone, particularly an adult, Candi.