Page 30 of Fated Surrender

Silence.

Silence.

“Giddey?”

“You’re trying to kill me! People die in airplanes. If you don’t want me there just say, ‘Giddey, go slit your wrists.’ It would be more humane. I don’t want to go down in a fiery blaze!” Giddey screamed.

Connor looked around the diner, and everyone was staring at Madison as if she were giving a performance. Her conversation with her personal assistant had everyone’s undivided attention.

“Why can’t he just drive down?” Kaden asked.

Madison’s eyes widened.

“I could do that,” Giddey said, sounding excited.

“Like hell you can! You can’t even go from one subway stop to another without getting distracted. There’s no freaking way you’re getting in a car and driving over five-hundred miles. I’d never see you again!” Madison yelled into the phone.

“I don’t want to go to Arkadia. It’s in the middle of nowhere!” Giddey whined.

“Giddey.”

“There are bugs!! Don’t try to lie. I read about it in a magazine once, country places have bugs!” he continued.

“Giddey,” Madison said, louder this time.

“There is nothing there that will entice me to move to the boonies!” Giddey declared dramatically.

“There is an entire lion pride of hot, single, gay men looking for fresh meat,” Madison said with a sigh.

Silence.

“I’ll book my flight now and send you the details. Love you Mad-da-sin!” Giddey sang her name and ended the call.

“I can’t wait to meet him. He sounds fun.” Rian chuckled.

Madison set her phone down on the table and took a deep breath. She looked up at Connor. “He may take some getting used to.”

Kaden and Beau burst out laughing.

“You think?” Kaden asked.

“Because my mate is so amazing and understanding, he will get blow jobs on demand while Giddey stays with us,” Madison announced.

Connor looked over to his mate and leered. He wasn’t paying attention and accidentally grazed his arm on the top of the oven. He slammed the oven door shut, cussing. She winked at him.

“Lucky bastard,” Kaden grumbled.

Connor gave Kaden a shit-eating grin before heading to the freezer for something for his arm. He used a dishtowel and held a pack of peas to the burn.

“Swing by the clinic later for some ointment,” Claybourne offered.

“Thanks, Doc.” Connor winked at Madison and leaned against the counter as the frozen peas drew the heat from his arm.

“It’s been years since you’ve done that,” Ma said with laughter twinkling in her eyes.

“I have the best mate ever.” Connor laughed.

The diner door opened, and Duncan and Emmett walked in. Duncan was holding a large manila folder.

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