Maddison's POV
The elevator ride seemed like an eternity.
Maddison was lying her forehead against the cold mirror. The chilled glass was good to her aching head. The lift had reached a scratching stop. Finally.
She was home.
Her high heels were squashing her feet. The apartment no longer smelled of Grant’s former place. It smelled of pizza and wood at the time. The air was now clean, lemony and sweet.
"Grant?" she called out. Her keys rattled into one. "I'm back. I just hope that you are not still working on that job."
"What does working mean?" his voice was floating along the main room. "I'm in the Command Center."
Then another little smile of hers was on her lips. The tightness of her shoulders was starting to relax. She took off her shoes and walked along the hall in her stock
