CHAPTER FIFTEENMadison
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Madison said with a smile, as Matt emerged shirtless from the hallway. Barefoot, and in only his slacks, he looked groggy and sluggish. He had bed head—as much as he could with such a close buzz cut—and his cheeks were rosy. And yet the man still looked hot.
“Hey, sugar. G’morning to you.” A half smile pulled at the side of his mouth as he pulled on his dress shirt. But he left the shirt unbuttoned, and it hung open, leaving his muscular pecs exposed.
Madison poured him a cup of coffee and sat it on the kitchen table, nodding to it. “Did you sleep okay?”
Matt sat down at the table, grasped the coffee mug in his hands, but continued watching her. “I did. Except when I woke up at one point and had no idea where I was.” He chuckled befor
