Madison Frost
I was nervous as I approached Clark’s front door. If he wanted to speak to me, he would have called or messaged me. I could hear Anna laughing as I hesitated to knock with my knuckles raised.
I should walk away, I thought, and my stupid lip trembled. I blow out a harsh breath. I was doing this for Titus. Did I want a man who wouldn’t fight for me?
With that in mind, I knocked.
I held my breath as I heard shuffling before the door was opened by a man who wasn’t Clark.
“Can I help you?” He asked. I smiled. He was shorter than Clark and not as built, but he had the same brown eyes, and his hair was darker.
“Mads,” Anna squealed, racing to the door. She threw her arms around me.
“Hi, Anna,” I said as I hugged her.
“Madison?” Clark stepped into view of the door, question
