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out the door.
I walked up another block before dumping the foul tasting stuff into the trash, spitting and wiping it from my mouth to get rid of the taste. That shit was nasty, but the look on her face made it all worth it.
A few minutes later, I pushed through the door of The Den and made my way to our table in the back, where Alex and Drew where already eating. I dropped into my seat on the end with a stupid grin spread wide across my face.
“What’s with you?” Drew asked around a mouth full of fish.
My smile widened, and I sat back in my chair, resting a hand on the table in front of me.
“Maple bacon donut,” I said slowly, enunciating every word like it was precious, because Madison absolutely was.
Alex and Drew looked at each other, wearing matching confused frowns. Alex raised an eyebrow at him, but Drew just shook his head.
She threw up her hands and sat back in her chair. “You know what? I don’t even want to know.”
I laughed as my phone began to vibrate on the table. I looked down, my smile fading as I saw the words Dad Office flash across the screen. I stabbed my finger on the ignore button and slid the phone a little further away from me.
“He’s been calling a lot lately,” Drew said, his face full of concern.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“What do you think he wants?” Alex asked.
“No idea,” I said, “and I have no desire to find out.”
Chapter 7
Madison
The dreaded day was finally here, dinner with my parents. I stood in my closet with my hair still wrapped in a towel, searching for an outfit my mother would approve of, which was difficult to say the least. I settled on a sleeveless dress with a navy bodice and full white circle skirt falling to just below my knees.
I kept the make-up simple, and my hair was easy enough. I went with a pair of red stilettos that gave me a little height and a string of pearls that belonged to my grandmother.
Liam was waiting for me in the living room. “You look very patriotic,” he said with a chuckle.
“Shut up!” I said, smacking him with my clutch. “You look like Daddy.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
Liam was wearing a navy suit with a silver tie. He looked great but clearly uncomfortable. My baby brother, while very handsome in one, was not the suit and tie type. It was one more thing that irritated my mother to no end. I guess he was hoping to get through this evening without incident as much as I was.
When we reached the hotel, Liam took my arm and led me toward the restaurant. We stopped just before the doors and took a deep breath as we approached the hostess stand.
My parents were creatures of habit. Whenever they came to town they always stayed downtown, at The Spencer. The hotel was a landmark in the city, regal and elegant. The lobby was grand with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and mahogany paneled walls.
The restaurant had an art deco feel: black and white tiles, white linen table cloths, and gold Chiavari chairs. As the hostess led us to the table, I straightened my shoulders and smoothed down the front of my dress, preparing for battle. My father stood when he saw Liam and smiled as he shook his hand. He turned to me, his eyes going wide as he took me in, but I could see the clear approval in his eyes.
“Pumpkin,” he said as he wrapped me in his arms. “I like the new look,” he whispered into my ear. Clearly a self-preservation tactic. If Mother didn’t like it, he didn’t want to be caught on the losing side.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, returning his hug.
“Hello, Mama,” Liam said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She didn’t say a word because her fierce eyes were focused on me. Liam straightened up and made his way to the other side of the table. My father pulled out my chair and I took a seat, dropping my napkin in my lap.
“Hello, Mother,” I said, adjusting my napkin and refusing to look at her. I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my
I walked up another block before dumping the foul tasting stuff into the trash, spitting and wiping it from my mouth to get rid of the taste. That shit was nasty, but the look on her face made it all worth it.
A few minutes later, I pushed through the door of The Den and made my way to our table in the back, where Alex and Drew where already eating. I dropped into my seat on the end with a stupid grin spread wide across my face.
“What’s with you?” Drew asked around a mouth full of fish.
My smile widened, and I sat back in my chair, resting a hand on the table in front of me.
“Maple bacon donut,” I said slowly, enunciating every word like it was precious, because Madison absolutely was.
Alex and Drew looked at each other, wearing matching confused frowns. Alex raised an eyebrow at him, but Drew just shook his head.
She threw up her hands and sat back in her chair. “You know what? I don’t even want to know.”
I laughed as my phone began to vibrate on the table. I looked down, my smile fading as I saw the words Dad Office flash across the screen. I stabbed my finger on the ignore button and slid the phone a little further away from me.
“He’s been calling a lot lately,” Drew said, his face full of concern.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“What do you think he wants?” Alex asked.
“No idea,” I said, “and I have no desire to find out.”
Chapter 7
Madison
The dreaded day was finally here, dinner with my parents. I stood in my closet with my hair still wrapped in a towel, searching for an outfit my mother would approve of, which was difficult to say the least. I settled on a sleeveless dress with a navy bodice and full white circle skirt falling to just below my knees.
I kept the make-up simple, and my hair was easy enough. I went with a pair of red stilettos that gave me a little height and a string of pearls that belonged to my grandmother.
Liam was waiting for me in the living room. “You look very patriotic,” he said with a chuckle.
“Shut up!” I said, smacking him with my clutch. “You look like Daddy.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
Liam was wearing a navy suit with a silver tie. He looked great but clearly uncomfortable. My baby brother, while very handsome in one, was not the suit and tie type. It was one more thing that irritated my mother to no end. I guess he was hoping to get through this evening without incident as much as I was.
When we reached the hotel, Liam took my arm and led me toward the restaurant. We stopped just before the doors and took a deep breath as we approached the hostess stand.
My parents were creatures of habit. Whenever they came to town they always stayed downtown, at The Spencer. The hotel was a landmark in the city, regal and elegant. The lobby was grand with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and mahogany paneled walls.
The restaurant had an art deco feel: black and white tiles, white linen table cloths, and gold Chiavari chairs. As the hostess led us to the table, I straightened my shoulders and smoothed down the front of my dress, preparing for battle. My father stood when he saw Liam and smiled as he shook his hand. He turned to me, his eyes going wide as he took me in, but I could see the clear approval in his eyes.
“Pumpkin,” he said as he wrapped me in his arms. “I like the new look,” he whispered into my ear. Clearly a self-preservation tactic. If Mother didn’t like it, he didn’t want to be caught on the losing side.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, returning his hug.
“Hello, Mama,” Liam said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She didn’t say a word because her fierce eyes were focused on me. Liam straightened up and made his way to the other side of the table. My father pulled out my chair and I took a seat, dropping my napkin in my lap.
“Hello, Mother,” I said, adjusting my napkin and refusing to look at her. I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my
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