Chapter 9
MadisonThat same evening, Madison sat on her bed; her back up against the headboard. She squeezed some lotion onto her palm and rubbed her hands together. “I just can’t get over it. It’s seriously ridiculous. They can’t get married. Especially not now!”
Scott took his shirt off and climbed into bed with her.
“Right?” Madison prompted, as she looked at him for some sign that he was on her side. “I mean...don’t you agree?”
“Look,”—Scott took her right hand in his and began to massage them—“maybe it’s not such a bad thing.”
“You’re joking, right?” Madison snatched her hand away and glared at her husband. “Tell me you’re joking.”
Scott shook his head. “Yeah, nah—I’m quite serious, actually.”
Madison clenched her jaws as her chest tightened. “Seriously,” she hissed under her br
