Page 87 of Smuggler's Cove
“How about white silk pants and that gorgeous turquoise tunic that you’ve never worn?”
Madison snapped her fingers. “You are right! I must have bought that two years ago, and it’s been hanging in my closet waiting for an opportunity.”
“I think that might have beenyouwaiting for the opportunity.”
“Very funny. But you know what I mean. That will be perfect. And shoes?”
“You have those beautiful Dolce Vita silver ballerina flats.”
“Perfect! What would I do without you?”
“Run buck naked?” Olivia chuckled.
“Not so fast, my friend.” Madison gave her a devilish grin.
“Aren’t we being cheeky?” Olivia returned the expression.
“Back to work.” Madison playfully shooed Olivia from her office.
Later that evening, Madison decided it was time to tell her brother about her dinner plans with Viggo. It had been excruciating to keep it from him, but she wanted to be absolutely certain that it was going to happen before she subjected herself to his ribbing.
“Linc, I have something to tell you,” Madison began her confession.
“About your date? Or that you ate a loaf of bread when you were at the house last week?”
“Date?” Madison asked with suspicion.
“Maddie. Madison Wainwright. Have you not learned you cannot keep a secret from your brother?”
“But how?” Madison was at a loss for words.
“Your mood, for one thing, and the star on the wall calendar in your kitchen pantry.”
“That could mean anything,” Madison said with confidence.
“Yes, but it means only one thing, considering you will be in Smuggler’s Cove on Saturday.”
“Okay, okay, you got me.”
“You could have said something.”
“I suppose, but I wasn’t sure if it was really going to happen.”
“Why?”
“Because of my crummy track record.”
“For someone who is always harping about looking ahead and not behind, you are such a hypocrite.”
“I never said thatIshould do what I say.” Madison laughed.
“You got me there. Well, I hope you will have a good time.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Make that four of us.”
“Four?”
