said you sounded upset when you called so I thought I’d
come over right away.” His gaze took in her features. They appeared tense and worried. “What’s wrong, Madison?”
She inhaled deeply and nervously rubbed her hands together. “I don’t know where to start.”
Stone studied her for a moment, concerned. “Start
anywhere you like. How about if we take a seat over there and you can tell me what’s going on,” he suggested in a calming voice.
She nodded and crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed while he sat across from her in a wingback chair. “All right, now tell me what’s wrong,” he said, his tone soothing.
Madison folded her hands in her lap. A part of her was
grateful to Stone for coming instead of calling, although she hadn’t expected him to. She lifted her chin and met his
gaze; again, like before, she felt that powerful current pass through them and wondered if he’d felt it, too.
She put the thought of the sexual chemistry that was sizzling between them to the back of her mind and started talking. “I called my apartment in Boston to retrieve my phone
messages and discovered that my mother had called and left another one.”
Stone lifted a dark brow. “Really? And what did she say?”
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