Chapter 8
Madeline walked into her wardrobe without bothering to put on her bathrobe. She wasn’t vain, but she was proud of her body. She understood the importance of personal image and presentation in her line of business.
For some strange reason, she found herself staring at hundreds of top-of-the-line designer clothes, unable to decide what she felt like wearing today.
She was unusually tired.
She dropped like a stone last night after Ciaran took her to her bed. She didn’t remember much aside from having an argument with Ethan. She couldn’t quite recall what the argument was about. Whatever it was, it mustn’t have been too important. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have forgotten about it so easily.
However, Madeline did recall something odd happening the previous night. She remembered Cia
