He had meant to call her sooner, but had been interrupted by his conversation with Kevin. His friend had made some valid points. They were not getting any younger and maybe it was time to settle down. Even though Kendall was feisty, she was by far the most intriguing woman he had been with in years. She challenged him sexually and intellectually, and he loved that she kept him on his toes. After a few rings, his call went to her voicemail. “Hey, babe, call me when you get a chance,” he said, and hung up. Magnus wasn’t going to leave a long, drawn-out message even though he wanted to discuss their argument to make sure there weren’t any hard feelings between them. When Kendall didn’t return his call right away, he assumed that she was still pissed. Magnus reached his elegant condo building, parked in the second-floor garage, and went upstairs to his penthouse. The quarrel with Kendall was still on his mind and had him tense. He wanted a drink to help him relax, so he went straight to his bar area and poured a double shot of Rémy Martin 1738.
