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sports coat. “I have to go. Make yourselves comfortable, and when we
get back we’ll have a drink to celebrate. If she says yes . Oh no. What if she says no ?” Panic crept
into his voice, and he paced again, biting his lower lip.
“She won’t.” Madison stood and took him by the shoulders. His pacing made her dizzy.
“Cole did.”
Madison struggled to supress a giggle. “Did you really want to marry Cole?” She cocked her
head to the side.
The tension in Nathan’s shoulders disappeared. “I guess not.”
“Hey! What’s wrong with me? You could do much worse you know.” Cole’s eyes burned
into Madison’s.
Madison glanced at her watch, breaking the gaze. “You’re going to be late.” She pushed
Nathan toward the door. “Go. Good luck.”
He leaned and gave her a quick hug. “Thanks.” He waved to Cole and disappeared into the
hall.
Once the door closed behind him, Madison rejoined Cole on the couch. She sat and tucked
her legs beneath her. A yawn escaped her lips. She’d been lazy and relaxed since the massage.
“So, do you think that red headed terror will say yes ?” Cole leaned against the arm of the
couch.
“She’s not that bad.” She shook her head. It was a lie . The truth was, Madison couldn’t
understand what a terrific guy like Nathan saw in a woman like Becca, aside from the obvious
fact she was beautiful. After their massages, they’d waited an additional forty-five minutes for
her to emerge from the changing room. In the meantime, her massage therapist emerged in tears,
claiming if she ever had to work on her again, she would quit. Nathan had been sympathetic
toward the girl, giving her what Madison could only assume was a very large tip. The tears dried
the moment the bills were tucked into her pocket.
Becca had claimed to be hungry, and they’d driven an hour to the only raw food restaurant
outside of the city. Cole had refused the food with a look of disgust, and Nathan had promised
him a hamburger once they arrived back to his place. Becca had picked at her raw veggie and
fish
platter,
and
Madison
struggled
to
enjoy
a
salad,
feeling
Becca’s
disapproving,
and
scrutinizing gaze when she dared to add salad dressing.
“Oh, come on. She looked at your salad dressing as if it was the cause of obesity.” Cole
shook his head and laughed. He stretched an arm out behind her on the couch.
“But you think she’s beautiful at least.” Madison studied her fingernails. Cole spent most of
his time with women as beautiful as Becca. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t dating one. Or many .
    Cole hesitated. “She’s…photogenic. Like most of the women I work with on photo-shoots.
She looks wonderful with her makeup on and every strand of fiery hair is in place, but spend five
minutes with her and that beauty fades. She isn’t the kind of woman who looks beautiful lying in
the snow, with her arms and legs flailing about, making a snow angel.” Cole moved closer to her
on the couch.
    Madison flushed, and her pulse quickened . Could he look any sexier? His jeans hugged his
muscular thighs, and his sweater fit tight across his chest and arms. She didn’t trust herself to
meet his gaze. How did he have such an effect on her? Since her divorce, she’d found herself the
source of many men’s attention but never had she been attracted to one as she was to Cole.
    “By the way,” Cole placed a hand under her chin and turned her face toward him, “I hope
you didn’t mean what you said yesterday about never kissing me.” He placed a hand on her knee
and leaned forward, his face inches from hers, forcing her to look at him.
    I can’t breathe . Madison tugged at the neck of her turtleneck. Her leg quivered under his
touch. Could he feel her trembling? Anticipation mounted for a kiss she knew was coming, yet
defenseless to prevent. She swallowed hard. Was it hot in here ?
Cole licked his lips and lowered his head, tilting her chin upward to meet him.
    Madison’s hands