Madison shrugged. “Di’n do us no good, di’ it? Yer got wha yer wan’ed.”
“Yes,” he chuckled. Then he looked at her, sideways on from his statue-esque pose by the window, his glance enough by itself to haunt her. There it was again; that same expression dancing across his lips, reflected in his eyes. “Yes, I always seem to.”
“I ‘member,” she rumbled.
She didn’t know where the words came from. They left her mouth before she’d had time to think them over. Or perhaps it was so late in the day that she had passed the point of caring. Perhaps being here, in this room – seeing him again – had triggered something inside her that she was powerless to resist.
himIt was as if she had physically struck him. His expression flickered, his composure wavering for the briefest of moments. Then he collec
