Chapter 2
washington
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“You mad I wasn’t stalking you, Madison?”
I pitched a brow. I couldn’t believe we had gone so low. We’d hit rock bottom after our son passed, but I never thought it would come to this. My ex-wife in a police interrogation room.
She was still fine as hell, even in those mismatched fuzzy pajamas the cops dragged her ass outta her house in. But her attitude was the type of fire I didn’t want to touch. She’d burned me enough during our divorce by … not taking a single thing. She’d left with only her business to her name.
Man, we’d done everything ourselves for Mad Bold those unfashionable ass steel bracelets stopped her. “Unless what, Washington?”
“I’ma leave you stuck in limbo.” Like you left my heart.
I was calling her bluff. She’d stay here for another couple of hours.
I’d get coffee at Café du Monde while they processed her release.
She’d be more agreeable to our dates when I returned with her favorite café au lait.
And a couple of orders of beignets. Was she getting an entire order?
Please. She’d get one. If NOPD didn’t take too long in bringing her to me. Yep. I liked the sound of that.
Then we’d go home.
Nah, what was I saying? Madison hadn’t been home since giving up on us. She’d charge me with abduction, calling us even. I couldn’t allow that. As long as Madison owed me … I’d show her we belonged together and stop all this crazy, mad crap.