Page 61 of Mad Love

“Maddox, I’ve missed you.”

Her bare hands splay across my shoulders. Warm. Small. There are no barriers between her skin and my shirt. No satin gloves or sheets preventing her from feeling my body heat.

“Can I see you again, Maddox? There’s so much I’d like to tell you.”

She needs closure. I do too.

“How about I take you out for lunch on Saturday? Shit, are you free? Will your boyfriend or fiancé mind?”

“No boyfriend, so no worries. I’m free Saturday. Pick me up at noon? We can catch up at our favorite hangout.”

The café a few blocks from my penthouse with to-die-for French dip and Kris’s favorite dessert—eclairs. We exchange numbers.

“Maddox, will your wife mind?”

“She’ll be fine with it.” Didn’t she encourage me to get ahold of Kris and get my closure?

“Good. See you Saturday.”

“See you, Kris.”

Yet why do I have the gut feeling this decision will come back and bite me in the ass?

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