Chapter 9
Five minutes to seven. Madeline approached the corner of a series of luxurious apartments. She had no idea which one was actually One Hyde Park, nor did she know the exact number of the apartment.
What an i***t! She turned around the corner to the street front, and there he was, standing next to a marble pole at the entrance to a building, smiling at her.
When they closed the distance, Ciaran frowned. Madeline winced. She must look like crap after her crying marathon. A concerned expression crossed Ciaran’s face briefly and then disappeared.
“It was inconsiderate of me not giving you the exact address yesterday. So I thought I should wait for you at the entrance. You look beautiful.”
She loved his accent, but she knew a dig when she heard it. She was in black jeans, a deep g
