Chapter Five
Madison
I peek through the window of Dice and Spins before deciding to wait outside. My habit of arriving ten minutes early is making me feel awkward while I wait for Mauro to show up. Maybe I should round the corner and wait to make a dramatic entrance like a woman who is fashionably late—one who struts across the pavement, her legs elegantly stepping one in front of the other as she unbuttons her coat and lets it slide down her arms behind her for the mystery man to take while she shakes out her hair. All while the man who’s been waiting on pins and needles for her to show is mesmerized thinking how blessed he is to have this gorgeous woman walking toward him.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
“Lady!” a man yells and I look up to see a bicycle barreling right toward me. The guy seems
