Part IV

"I thought I would get to see more of you since you got here, but you've made yourself very scarce."

Fox looked up at his friend and took his martini glass to his lips sipping it slowly.

"I've just been busy, man. You know how it is."

Dylan had a laugh and ordered himself another whisky.

"The fair sex, huh. That Whitney has got all turned up."

"Actually, I haven't had the luxury of been around Whitney lately."

"Why is that?"

"Well, my dear good half brother Ethan was nothing short of complete ass to Teresa. It has been days since he lashed out at her and she isn't recovering from it."

Dylan didn't say anything for a while, then he looked at Fox.

"So you are taking care of your hot ex-step mama?"

"Cut it out, Dyl. She was never my step mother to begin with."

"She may not have been, but I remember a time when she was the only one on your mind."

It was Fox's turn to keep silent.

"Come on Fox. Level with me. How do you feel about the beautiful Teresa?"

"She is a very good friend. She is the one person I never want to disappoint."

"And why is that, Fox?"

"I don't know, really. I guess she has been disappointed so often in her life, that it would hurt me if I hurt her."

"How noble of you! Developing a conscience and a soul?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"So, what about Whitney?"

"What about her?"

"You're in love with her, aren't you?"

"Why do you keep asking me questions? Bartender, the tab please..Dylan leave everything alone."

"Only if you pick up my tab."

"Sure, whatever."

Fox took his wallet out and looked through for his credit card.

"So, Fox.you don't feel anything for the gorgeous Teresa and yet, you carry a picture of her in your wallet."

"What I carry in my wallet is none of your business."

Fox kept flipping through looking for his visa.

"Seriously, Fox.how many pictures do you have of her in there. Is he her son?"

"Yes, that's my half brother."

"Hmm, good looking kid."

Fox didn't say anything, he pulled his card out and Dylan snatched the wallet from his hands. He pulled out the pictures and looked at them one after the other.

"How many do you have?"

"I don't know."

"Well I'll give that, she is absolutely breath taking. And you want to remain friends with her for what reason?"

"Because."

"That's no answer, Fox."

Fox got up after he got his credit card back, put it back in his wallet in plain sight, took the pictures and walked out the club. Dylan followed him.

"I love California, it's always warm and sunny."

"Teresa says that everyday."

"Well, Fox.maybe I should meet the lovely Teresa."

"And maybe you should just stay away from her."

Both him and Dylan walked on the sunny beach. Fox was fixing the sand in a distance, trying to avoid listening to what Dylan had to say.

"And why should I stay away from her? She is fair game, Fox. She is single and gorgeous, and I would like to get to know her."

"Dylan, she's nothing like the girls we knew in Europe or over here. She is different and that's what makes her so special."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"She is sweet."

"So were many of the girls we slept with."

"No, she is a different kind of sweet, she has this innocence about her although she has been through a lot in her life. She is naïve, but in a refreshing way. She knows the facts of life, but she is still a dreamer and an idealist."

"How would you describe her in one word, Fox?"

"I guess amazing is the word to describe her. She is amazing. She has a way about her, I don't know how to describe it."

"And how would you describe Whitney?"

"I don't know, perfect. Perfect sums it up."

Dylan looked at Fox and laughed.

"What is so funny?"

"To me, it seems that Whitney would be too much for you to handle."

"How do you mean?"

"Isn't she as sainted as your half brother Ethan?"

They arrived in front of the courtyard and stopped.

"Maybe I'll drop by a little later for dinner."

"So you're inviting yourself, now?"

"I've always done it, Fox. Can cook make me something special?"

"There is no cook this time around, it's the girls who make the food."

"And you make breakfast, right?"

"Something like that."

Fox walked in the complex as Dylan watched him.

"So I will get to meet the infamous Teresa after all."