bar.
She stared at the blue legal documents in stunned silence, immediately guessing what they were. “I can’t believe him,” she said, gripping the papers tighter in her hand.
“Do you want to look at them here or in the car?” Alex asked her in a gentle voice.
She didn’t want gentle. She wanted to scream. “I don’t have to look. I know what he’s up to, that son of a bitch.” She slapped the papers against Alex’s chest, letting him grab them before she pivoted and left the rundown bar where her foster brother had set her up.
The rat bastard. It wasn’t enough his mother was one step from inpatient care, he wanted to take away what she held dear. Well, Madison would be damned if she’d let him get away with it.
Shaking, she headed for the car, ever aware of Alex by her side.
* * *
Alex wanted to throttle Madison’s foster brother for setting her up and catching her off guard. Since she was angry and trembling, Alex was glad he’d nabbed the keys before the disaster in the bar. Madison was too shaken to focus on the road.
He drove them to his favorite Italian restaurant, a small place near his new apartment and owned by a husband and wife, who Alex had come to know well. Considering he picked up dinner or ate there at least three or four nights a week, they’d sort of adopted him since their son lived across the country.
Madison stewed in the passenger seat beside him, silent and seething the entire trip. He was aware when she opened the documents and scanned them briefly only to roll them up once more in anger. He gave her the space she seemed to need, hoping she’d confide in him while they ate.
He didn’t know much about her family or background except that she’d been in and out of foster homes growing up, and though she had a close relationship with her last set of foster parents, she disliked their son, the foster brother she’d been supposed to meet tonight. Alex had no more details beyond the bare basics because that was the way he used to like his affairs. As impersonal as he could get away with.
He glanced over. She was still lost in thought. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, giving him a good look at her tightly set jaw. She bit into her plump lower lip, and though she was upset and frustrated, the small act only served to ignite the desire never far from the surface when she was around. She’d always affected him on a sensual level, everything she did making him need her immediately . Except at this moment, he wanted to help her through whatever was going on in her life more than he wanted to seduce her. And that was a first for him.
Her silence continued in the restaurant. They ordered, and she returned to fuming quietly. Their meals were served, and she picked at her dish.
“Want to talk about it?” he finally asked.
“No.” She twirled her pasta with her fork, playing with her food more than eating it.
“You should. It’s the only way you’re going to calm down enough to eat.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Since when do we do serious talk?”
“Since we’re starting over.” He was prepared for her digs, and though he deserved it, the reminders of what an ass he’d been hurt.
“Right. We’re co-workers now.”
He set his jaw. Not just co-workers, not if he had his way. “Come on. Talk.” He coaxed her to get rid of the anger inside her.
“Fine. You know I was close to my last foster parents, right?”
He nodded. He recalled her once mentioning that the man treated her better than her real father ever had. He also remembered asking why she was spending Thanksgiving with Riley and Ian instead of the Graysons. She’d said something about not getting along with her foster brother and not wanting their animosity to intrude on the older couple’s holiday. He wondered now, as he hadn’t then, what she’d done for holidays before her friendship with Riley.
“Daniel, my foster father, he passed away three months ago.” Her voice
She stared at the blue legal documents in stunned silence, immediately guessing what they were. “I can’t believe him,” she said, gripping the papers tighter in her hand.
“Do you want to look at them here or in the car?” Alex asked her in a gentle voice.
She didn’t want gentle. She wanted to scream. “I don’t have to look. I know what he’s up to, that son of a bitch.” She slapped the papers against Alex’s chest, letting him grab them before she pivoted and left the rundown bar where her foster brother had set her up.
The rat bastard. It wasn’t enough his mother was one step from inpatient care, he wanted to take away what she held dear. Well, Madison would be damned if she’d let him get away with it.
Shaking, she headed for the car, ever aware of Alex by her side.
* * *
Alex wanted to throttle Madison’s foster brother for setting her up and catching her off guard. Since she was angry and trembling, Alex was glad he’d nabbed the keys before the disaster in the bar. Madison was too shaken to focus on the road.
He drove them to his favorite Italian restaurant, a small place near his new apartment and owned by a husband and wife, who Alex had come to know well. Considering he picked up dinner or ate there at least three or four nights a week, they’d sort of adopted him since their son lived across the country.
Madison stewed in the passenger seat beside him, silent and seething the entire trip. He was aware when she opened the documents and scanned them briefly only to roll them up once more in anger. He gave her the space she seemed to need, hoping she’d confide in him while they ate.
He didn’t know much about her family or background except that she’d been in and out of foster homes growing up, and though she had a close relationship with her last set of foster parents, she disliked their son, the foster brother she’d been supposed to meet tonight. Alex had no more details beyond the bare basics because that was the way he used to like his affairs. As impersonal as he could get away with.
He glanced over. She was still lost in thought. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, giving him a good look at her tightly set jaw. She bit into her plump lower lip, and though she was upset and frustrated, the small act only served to ignite the desire never far from the surface when she was around. She’d always affected him on a sensual level, everything she did making him need her immediately . Except at this moment, he wanted to help her through whatever was going on in her life more than he wanted to seduce her. And that was a first for him.
Her silence continued in the restaurant. They ordered, and she returned to fuming quietly. Their meals were served, and she picked at her dish.
“Want to talk about it?” he finally asked.
“No.” She twirled her pasta with her fork, playing with her food more than eating it.
“You should. It’s the only way you’re going to calm down enough to eat.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Since when do we do serious talk?”
“Since we’re starting over.” He was prepared for her digs, and though he deserved it, the reminders of what an ass he’d been hurt.
“Right. We’re co-workers now.”
He set his jaw. Not just co-workers, not if he had his way. “Come on. Talk.” He coaxed her to get rid of the anger inside her.
“Fine. You know I was close to my last foster parents, right?”
He nodded. He recalled her once mentioning that the man treated her better than her real father ever had. He also remembered asking why she was spending Thanksgiving with Riley and Ian instead of the Graysons. She’d said something about not getting along with her foster brother and not wanting their animosity to intrude on the older couple’s holiday. He wondered now, as he hadn’t then, what she’d done for holidays before her friendship with Riley.
“Daniel, my foster father, he passed away three months ago.” Her voice
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