Page 112 of Waiting to Lose
Madi’s eyes rose to the clock. She needed to get some alone time with him. “Oh my gosh, Jake. Don’t we need to get going? Look at the time!” Her eyes widened as her eyebrows shot up to him.
“I suppose we had better go,” Jake replied with concerned urgency.
“Mrs. Ryan, I’d love to take you all to dinner Saturday night, if you’re available.”
Madi’s shoulders slumped. She didn’t want to share him.
“Thank you so much, Jake. That’s sweet of you, but we’ve already made plans with the Raynors down the street for Saturday.”
“Perhaps another time,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Thank you for everything. I don’t think I’ve eaten that well in months.”
After saying their good-byes, Madi and Jake walked down the driveway. “Should I drive?” she asked, pointing to her car.
Jake glanced at his phone. “No,” he said, shaking his head nonchalantly.
“You want to drive?” she asked as she handed him the keys.
“No,” he replied once more, not looking at her.
“Well, someone has to drive,” she insisted.
He was too busy with his phone to acknowledge her.
Madi’s hands flew to her hips as she sighed at him in frustration. She turned as she heard the roll of tires approaching. A long black limousine edged to a stop in the street.
“Do you have a bag? An overnight bag, perhaps?” he asked with a smirk.
Madi shuffled her feet. “I might have a bag packed for a night, or two, or three.” She popped her trunk. The driver took Madi’s bag, placing it into his trunk. Jake held the door for her to climb inside.
“You’re always full of surprises, aren’t you?” she asked admiringly.
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
