After a few more moments, I asked, “Are we gonna ever talk about that night in Vegas?”
“What night are you referring to?”
I looked back at her and caught her looking back at me. “Too bad for you. “We aren’t obligated to pretend morality is objective.”
“You don’t believe morality is objective?”
“No one does, Marcus,” Astrid said, watching my caddy as he took the club I handed him and slid it into my golf bag. Base jump off a skyscraper. “We aren’t obligated to pretend morality is objective.”
“You don’t believe morality is objective?”
“No one does, Marcus,” Astrid said, watching my caddy as he took the club I handed him and slid it into my golf bag. “No. “Why are you telling me this now?” she asked, quiet and subdued. Camille looked like she was about to say something when my phone vibrated, and I pulled it out of my pocket to see that Erin had texted me. She seemed like a genuinely cool person that I’d like to get to know better. Danni had confessed to not being interested enough in women to be in a relationship with one. It wasn’t full of fire or passion; it wasn’t about sex. “Danni’s an amazing woman.”
“I know that,” I said. Like almost every other woman I’d come in contact with since inheriting the Gerrard fortune, Astrid
