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“Margaret went to the bathroom, but she should be back any minute. I can show you whatever ever you want to look at.”
“No, you can’t.”
Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to earn the commission on this sale.”
And because of the clerk’s rudeness, there was no way in hell he was leaving without that ring, even if it did nothing more than sit in his pocket for the next thirty years waiting for him to find the courage to offer it to one special lady from Dallas, Texas.
Chapter Three
Madison clung to the armrests as the plane touched down with a harsh thud followed by several bounces. She was not a fan of flying and if not for the promise of seeing Adam, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane in the first place. The man was a strong motivating force in her life. She couldn’t deny it.
Deceleration pressed the back of her head against the seat, but as soon as they were taxiing slowly toward their gate, she peered out the window, half expecting Adam to be waiting for her on the tarmac. Which was silly. She couldn’t imagine his desire to see her was half as strong as her need to be with him. The past week had been a true exercise in restraint. The man hadn’t been far from her thoughts for more than a minute at a time. When she wasn’t wondering what he was doing, she was thinking of all the things she wanted to say to him—and do to him—this weekend.
And after the terrible morning she’d had, she couldn’t imagine anything better than getting lost in him forever.
When the plane drew to a halt, Madison was the first on her feet. She yanked her purse out from beneath the seat and slung it over one shoulder. The college-aged man seated to her left looked up at her in surprise. He hadn’t even unfastened his seat belt yet.
“Got a hot date or something?” he asked, tugging open the clasp of the belt and fishing under the seat in front of him for his backpack.
Madison flushed and licked her lips self-consciously. Was she that obvious? “Yeah, actually, I do.”
The guy chuckled. “I wish I had a pretty girl that eager to see me. Any advice for a dateless guy?”
“Um,” she said, racking her brain for foolproof ways to land a date. “Learn to play guitar?”
Sole Regret’s music wasn’t the reason she’d fallen for Adam, but his talent hadn’t hindered her attraction, and she knew the thousands of women who lusted after the man were completely seduced by his skill on the guitar. Madison was looking forward to seeing him play live that night. Couldn’t wait. Of course, given a choice, she’d rather spend every moment alone with him, but she had to admit watching him play live was a potent aphrodisiac.
“I tried that,” the guy said. “It didn’t work out so well for me. What about trumpet? Any babe-magnet qualities in that instrument?”
She chuckled. “In New Orleans? Yeah, there just might be. Do you play jazz?”
“The Star-Spangled Banner mostly.”
“Maybe some extraordinarily patriotic woman will find that irresistible,” she said with a laugh.
The guy gave her the twice-over. “And would you consider yourself extraordinarily patriotic?”
Madison realized that the guy was flirting. She really could be clueless about those things. Sometimes she wondered if she’d have ever figured out that Adam was attracted to her if he hadn’t spelled it out so clearly by stealing that first kiss as she was showing him out of her office one evening. After months of counseling sessions, she’d still had no idea that his teasing was actually flirting. She’d wanted him, even though she’d known it was inappropriate to fantasize about a client, but she’d never thought for a fraction of a second that he reciprocated her desire until he’d pushed her up against the back of her office door and showed her otherwise.
“Not especially patriotic, no.” She focused her gaze on the aisle, wishing the hopeful trumpeter would take a hint and let her out. She didn’t want to flirt with the guy and was pretty sure he’d gotten the wrong idea just because she’d talked to him. For the duration of the flight, she’d been engrossed in a mystery novel. Okay, that was a lie. She’d reread every sentence dozens of times because she couldn’t stop thinking about Adam. When she’d managed to draw her thoughts from the man, they immediately shifted to the bombshell her boss had dropped on her hours ago. But pretending to read had kept the stranger next to her from engaging her in conversation. It hadn’t kept him from staring though. She’d caught him watching her every time she glanced his way.
When her row mate didn’t budge despite her intense staring at the line of passengers shuffling past, she said, “Can you let me out, please?”
“If you tell me your name.”
She sighed, figuring she’d get what she wanted more quickly if she just played along. “It’s Madison.”
“That’s cute,” he said, stepping into the aisle at last. “Just like you.”
She scrambled in front of him, and he trailed after her.
“I’m Chris. Are you from here? I could really use someone to help me find my way around.”
“No, I’ve never been to New Orleans before. I’m meeting someone. My boyfriend,” she clarified, smiling as she used the word. He really was her boyfriend now, though it sounded so seventh grade to call him that. Yet significant other sounded so cold and lover too risqué. So boyfriend would have to do.
“So that hot date comment wasn’t in jest?”
“I’m afraid not.”
As she exited the plane, Madison smiled at the friendly flight attendant and then hurried down the ramp toward the terminal.
“So what hotel are you staying in?” Chris asked, rushing forward to fall into step beside her.
“Not sure,” she said, hoping she didn’t have to get rude with the guy, but he couldn’t seem to take a string of very large hints that she had no interest in talking to him. She didn’t want to be mean, but he was starting to make her uncomfortable. “My boyfriend arranged everything. He said he wants to surprise me.”
She was sure all of Adam’s surprises would be exceptional. They always were. They were also guaranteed to take her mind off her troubles. All of them. Even the big one she was pretending to ignore. How could she have been fired? Her parents would be so disappointed in her. And she’d never live down the I told you so from her sister.
“I came to NOLA to unwind,” Chris said. “I just graduated with my bachelor’s degree and landed my first job. I figured I should blow off some steam before I have to play at being a real adult.”
Job. Madison’s stomach plummeted. No, she wouldn’t think about that now. She’d worry about it on Tuesday when her time with Adam was over and she returned to her stark, stark reality.
“That’s nice,” she said in a strained voice. She paused at the end of the ramp to scan the unfamiliar airport for directional signs to baggage claim. Chris stopped beside her. She glanced at him; the poor guy looked almost as lost as she felt. So maybe he really was just looking for someone to help him navigate a new city, but he’d latched on to the wrong person. She had an agenda and it involved only Adam.
“Congratulations on earning your degree and landing a job,” she added. “It’s not easy to do in this economy.”
She cringed at that reality too. Shoot! She might never find another job. Especially if Joanna gave her a crappy reference. Maybe she should try to fight Joanna’s decision to fire her. But then Madison’s affair would become very public knowledge and she might never find another job. Shit, shit, shit! What was she going to do?
Think about Adam, only Adam. He’d make all the crap fade into the background. At least for the weekend.
Madison took a deep breath and hurried off in the direction of baggage claim, following signs while avoiding collisions with other passengers who were also trying to find their way.
“I actually had two job offers,” Chris continued, still trailing her.
Madison stifled an annoyed sigh. Surely she could lose this guy in baggage claim. Adam would rescue her
.
“That’s nice.” For him.
“So which college do you attend, Madison?”
She laughed, her ego stroked despite herself. “I graduated years ago.”
“I don’t believe it. What, were you a prodigy or something?”
She lifted her eyebrows and shook her head. “No such thing. I’ve been playing at being a real adult for quite a while now.” And sometimes it sucked. But most of the time she loved her life.
“So you’re from Dallas?”
“Yeah. Well, a ranch outside of Dallas.” What was with the third degree?
