Page 31 of A Dangerous Proposal

Madison hated to admit it, but she was also a little disappointed that she hadn’t heard from Alex. She knew it was for the best. But late at night, when she was alone, she couldn’t stop thinking about their kiss.

Her last relationship had ended badly when her then boyfriend, Ethan, realized she was going to move her pregnant, drug-addicted sister in with her. She didn’t blame him—but it still hurt.

Ethan knew about Opal’s problems and didn’t want to be involved. Between helping her sister stay clean and caring for Jax, Madison had stopped looking for love.

The week after Christmas, Madison and Cami signed their production deal. When their receptionist, Gerry, popped the bottles of champagne, Madison laughed along with them. This kind of deal was life changing for them.

“I can’t believe it.” Cami’s cheeks flushed with excitement.

Madison shook her head in disbelief, looking at the paperwork in front of her. “Did you ever think we’d get to this point?”

“When we were recording in my closet?” Cami laughed. “Nope!”

“Where’s your hunky husband?”

“We’ll celebrate later,” Cami grinned.

“I bet you will.” Gerry waggled his eyebrows.

Cami ignored him and held her glass out to Madison, her eyes uncharacteristically wet. “This is about us. The risk we took and everything we’ve been through in the meantime.”

Madison grinned at her friend. “To us.”

“Ahem.” Gerry cleared his throat dramatically.

“You’re part of this, too.” Madison assured him.

“What does this mean going forward?”

“Not a lot, really.” Cami shrugged. “We won’t have to worry about finding advertisers anymore or pay to subcontract with producers.”

“Thank god for that.” Madison grimaced.

“Do I get a raise?” Gerry raised an eyebrow, but the buzzer at their front door prevented them from answering. The buzzer was a precaution, along with a solid wood door to replace the previous glass one taken out after Cami’s attack.

Gerry’s eyes widened as he held the door open, allowing a delivery man to stride in with an enormous bouquet. The arrangement was stunning—vibrant hot pink and white peonies bursting from the vase. Instead of the usual greenery, large white feathers were woven throughout.

“Thank you.” Cami smiled as she opened the card.

“That’s sweet,” Madison said.

Cami’s forehead puckered before she turned to Madison, extending the small white card.

“These aren’t for me.”

Madison’s brows dove over her eyes, but she took the card.

The message was simple. A few words in dark slashing ink.

Angel,

Congratulations on your success.

Yours,

Charming

Butterflies took flight in her chest.

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