Page 110 of A Dangerous Proposal

‘Unless you were there, you’d never really know.’

Wasn’t that the same thing she had been telling herself about Opal’s death for almost a year? There were no witnesses at the rest stop, so there was a very good chance Madison would never know the truth. There would always be a question mark over Opal’s death.

Opal had left Jax with Madison the day before.

Maybe Opal tried to blackmail the Senator? Felix? And it went wrong, and unable to face it, unable to deal with the fallout, Opal relapsed. Could she have misjudged her tolerance after being sober for so long? Or had Felix done something?

Madison swallowed hard. She didn’t have time for this.

Parking close to the front door, she ran through the spring rain and dropped her bag by the door before heading straight for Jax’s room.

It was empty.

Spinning on her heel, she hurried to check their bedroom.

Don’t panic, she told herself. They are here somewhere. If anything had happened, Alex would have called her.

At the base of the stairs, she turned toward the living room. As she got closer, she heard a low deep voice…singing?

Madison's jaw hit the ground.

Swaying slowly back and forth with a hand securing her sleeping son to his chest was a shirtless Alex.

Wow! Just wow.

I think my ovaries just exploded.

Madison knew she was gaping like a lust-crazed idiot, but she couldn’t help it. The sight of a gorgeous half-naked, tattooed man caring for her sick baby was apparently how she was going to die.

“I can’t stop.” Alex’s eyes were wide. “If I stop, he screams.”

She grimaced. “Sorry.”

“I think his fever is gone,” he said quietly. “He’s just really fuc—pissed off.”

“I’ll take him.” Madison reached out, but Alex angled his body away, blocking her.

“I’m serious, Madison. Hescreams. I’ve never heard men being tort—” He winced and then censored himself again. “I’venever heard grown men in pain yell that loud. I don’t think I can take it.”

Madison pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. What he was saying wasn’t funny, but seeing the mild terror in his eyes was.

“What happened to your shirt? Not that I’m objecting. This…” She waved a hand up and down, encompassing Alex and Jax. “Is simultaneously the sweetest and sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Sexy, huh? I’m going to remind you of that later.” Then he made a face. “My shirt is in the kitchen. Jax wasn’t really in the mood to take his medicine.”

“He spit it all over you, didn’t he?”

“Jax thought it was hilarious.”

Madison covered her face. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Angel. Once I explained I didn’t think it was funny, he took his medicine.”

She quirked a brow, not even trying to hide her skepticism.

“Maybe it took afewtries,” he huffed.

“How many?” Madison struggled to keep a straight face.

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