This was the first time Wendy Taylor had ever seen Madeline Cook angry. After catching up, she followed Madeline like a nervous chick, too scared to say a single unnecessary word.
They went straight to the underground parking lot. Only then did Madeline stop and turn to her. "I'm heading back."
Her expression was completely blank—so neutral that even Wendy couldn't tell if she was hurting or not.
"Maddie, you're not still hung up on that dog of a man, Mr. Cook, are you?"
Just as Madeline was pulling open the car door, ready to get in, she let out a bitter laugh. "Do I look like the kind of woman who takes back an ex?"
"Not at all! Absolutely not!" Wendy shook her head like a rattle drum.
Madeline narrowed her eyes. "What's that look for?"
"Well… Maddie, maybe you should check behind
