Madoc charged my mother, taking long, deep steps into her space until she was forced back into the hallway. “Once your father arrives, he’ll make you see sense. She shut her mouth and swallowed, momentarily stunned.Īrching an eyebrow, she continued, addressing Madoc. “There’s no way I’m going to be associated with him or his father after the divorce. “I’m taking you back to Chicago, and you’re not seeing Madoc again.” Her words were sharp, each syllable a threat. “Are you from the planet Delusion? What makes you think you can tell me anything?” I pinched my eyebrows together in disbelief. I couldn’t help the laughter that sprang up. I have the Triumph Charity Event to plan, and you’re going back to school.” And, Fallon? You’ll be coming with me today. “Madoc, you’re going to be shipped back to Notre Dame.
My mother stopped in the doorway and looked back at us. Madoc wouldn’t hit a woman, but right now he looked like he wanted to. His arms were crossed, and the muscles in his na**d chest were flexed. She glanced between us and then walked toward the doorway as Madoc stepped in. “Your father will be here soon, so get dressed. “I am,” she assured, and I heard the smile in her voice. Not that I relied on Madoc to fight my battles. She’d turned as well at the sound of his deep command, and all of a sudden my arms and legs rushed with power. My back straightened, and my eyes shot to the doorway where Madoc stood, glaring at my mother. You’d better warm up to that fact as soon as possible, Fallon. She stepped up to me, rubbing her cold hands up and down my bare arms. I winced at the word “husband.” It was funny. Did you know that? The sordidness of you and Madoc together is the one thing my husband and I can agree on.” “Jason’s expecting me.” She hooded her eyes, trying to look bored. “If you don’t get out, I’ll remove you myself.”
I threw off the covers and reached for my glasses on the nightstand but then stopped.ĭropping my hand, I stepped out of bed and lifted my chin. I’m not surprised to find you back in his bed. She grabbed Madoc’s T-shirt and started folding it. I narrowed my eyes on my mother as she walked to the foot of the bed. Looking to the other side of the bed, I noticed Madoc wasn’t there. She smiled, her impeccable skin glowing in the morning sun that poured through the windows. The episode last night with Madoc had worn me out, but I felt strong and alert-from the neck up, at least. “What are you doing here?” I was shocked at the gruffness in my tone. She wore fitted black pants, a sleeveless black-and-white animal print blouse-I hated animal print-and a black fedora.Įvery time I saw her, she was trying to look younger and younger. I swallowed down an exhausted grin at her ridiculous outfit.
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