If Madison undressed slowly in front of Q. Would he be embarrassed? Or would he take her into his arms for a night of passion? Would it be how she remembered it? Was he still sweet and tentative? Did he have the same attention to detail?
Pushing away from the door, she entertained one thought. Chicken.
***
Q surveyed the bedroom that was bigger than his whole apartment. Two of the doors were closets. The third door led to probably the largest bathroom he'd ever seen. Gold shone back at him everywhere he turned. The faucets and the knobs on the drawers.
A bathroom with bling.
“I need a shower, but first some calls."
He settled on the platform bed and dialed his cell. A sleepy Matt answered.
“What's going on? How's Carly."
“They've stopped the labor, but she has to stay in the hospit
