and straightened her spine.
âNo. I didnât say. Just like you didnât say you grew up at the local trailer park.â She tipped her glass of water at him in mock salute. âIt was your impeccable manners that gave you away. What?â she taunted, keeping up the roll of verbal punches as Coleâs face grew noticeably darker. In a perverse kind of way, she was having fun being rude. âIn case you forgot, I think I mentioned not wanting to talk to you.â
âIsnât that why youâre here?â Cole dropped all pretense at southern charm. âA rich, solitary woman comes into a hotel bar. Somethingâs happened.â He drilled her with a measured look. âA break up? Cheating lover?â He gave a satisfied grunt as Madison froze in her seat. âYes. Something bad enough to send you in here searching to boost your confidence.â He tilted his head toward her glass, half-full of water. âWhy else would you still be here, flirting with me and not drinking?â
âFlirting!â Madison forgot her earlier rule and spluttered all over the bar. âIâm not flirting. Iâm insulting you.â
âSame thing in my book, darlinâ.â
Madisonâs mouth fell open. Her eyes widened. âFor your information, I wasnât taking notice of anyone. Least of all you.â
âNow, we know thatâs not true.â Cole laughed that damned sexy laugh again, melting away a healthy dose of Madisonâs moral outrage. He nudged the side of her seat so she swung out to face the bar. âTake a look, sweetheart. Itâs an all-male revue tonight. And everyone has sure noticed you.â
Madison didnât need to look to know most of the men were still glancing her way. It had been like that for as long as she remembered. Men lining up to lavish her with admiration. Usually, she liked their attention and turned every entrance into a show, knowing the interest of hot-blooded males automatically defaulted to her. Even her gay friends appreciated how nicely she was put together. Madison liked to be noticed. She needed the attention because it made her feel good. Made her feel like someone . Special.
She dropped her eyes. Except that wasnât the reason sheâd turned up tonight.
Was it? Sheâd come looking for answers. About Logan.
Hadnât she?
A voice inside her head mocked her denial. Had she really travelled two hours to Baltimore, to the hotel where her ex-fiancé had cheated on her, not to do anything? She could just as easily have stayed at her motherâs. Madison shuddered at the thought.
And why shouldnât she get something for all of the heartbreak? No one else gave a damn. Not her mother. Not her stepfather. And certainly not Loganâthe man her mother would no doubt force her to reconcile with tomorrow.
Sheâd just been asking when it was going to be her turn, and like magic, Cole had appeared. There was no point denying Madisonâs attraction to him. Drawn because he was exactly the type of man her mother had always forbidden her to associate with. He might have the name, but he had no stock, no style and no status. He was worth nothing to her.
Yet tonight, for some inexplicable reason, Cole had become an intriguing enigma.
Madison lowered her gaze from pale blue eyes that saw too much.
âI need a drink,â she said flatly.
This time, Cole gestured for the bartender. No surprises when a shot glass appeared in front of her shortly after. She wrinkled her nose, closed her eyes and tipped back the liquid. No hesitation. Then waited for the kick of alcohol to hit. But there was no comforting burn, no gasping for air, no feeling that every swallow slid down her throat like razors. She just feltâ¦numb. Swiveling her glass in her hand, Madison caught a glimpse of her fractured reflection.
Broken.
And tomorrow life would rock back into its inevitable rut. With Logan.
She blinked back