open display cases unless another employee is watching. But I can tell you about the ring. Which one are you interested in?”
“The one in the window.” He jabbed a thumb toward the window display that had caught his eye.
She headed in that direction, and Adam followed. He had to crane his neck to look into the display case from behind and figure out which of the pieces was the one he wanted.
“The gold one second from the right end. The one with the huge square rock.” He pointed at it as if she could tell what he was pointing at.
The clerk’s head jerked around, and she gaped at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure? That’s probably out of your price range. We have less expensive rings in the case over there.” She nodded to the far side of the room.
Adam bit his tongue so he didn’t unleash upon Little Miss Bigot. Had he arrived in an Armani suit, she wouldn’t have been fingering the alarm button or assuming that he couldn’t afford something outlandishly expensive for Madison.
“Can I speak to another person who works here?” he asked.
“Margaret went to the bathroom, but she should be back any minute. I can show you whatever ever you want to look at.”
“No, you can’t.”
Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to earn the commission on this sale.”
And because of the clerk’s rudeness, there was no way in hell he was leaving without that ring, even if it did nothing more than sit in his pocket for the next thirty years waiting for him to find the courage to offer it to one special lady from Dallas, Texas.
Chapter Three
Madison clung to the armrests as the plane touched down with a harsh thud followed by several bounces. She was not a fan of flying and if not for the promise of seeing Adam, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane in the first place. The man was a strong motivating force in her life. She couldn’t deny it.
Deceleration pressed the back of her head against the seat, but as soon as they were taxiing slowly toward their gate, she peered out the window, half expecting Adam to be waiting for her on the tarmac. Which was silly. She couldn’t imagine his desire to see her was half as strong as her need to be with him. The past week had been a true exercise in restraint. The man hadn’t been far from her thoughts for more than a minute at a time. When she wasn’t wondering what he was doing, she was thinking of all the things she wanted to say to him—and do to him—this weekend.
And after the terrible morning she’d had, she couldn’t imagine anything better than getting lost in him forever.
When the plane drew to a halt, Madison was the first on her feet. She yanked her purse out from beneath the seat and slung it over one shoulder. The college-aged man seated to her left looked up at her in surprise. He hadn’t even unfastened his seat belt yet.
“Got a hot date or something?” he asked, tugging open the clasp of the belt and fishing under the seat in front of him for his backpack.
Madison flushed and licked her lips self-consciously. Was she that obvious? “Yeah, actually, I do.”
The guy chuckled. “I wish I had a pretty girl that eager to see me. Any advice for a dateless guy?”
“Um,” she said, racking her brain for foolproof ways to land a date. “Learn to play guitar?”
Sole Regret’s music wasn’t the reason she’d fallen for Adam, but his talent hadn’t hindered her attraction, and she knew the thousands of women who lusted after the man were completely seduced by his skill on the guitar. Madison was looking forward to seeing him play live that night. Couldn’t wait. Of course, given a choice, she’d rather spend every moment alone with him, but she had to admit watching him play live was a potent aphrodisiac.
“I tried that,” the guy said. “It didn’t work out so well for me. What about trumpet? Any babe-magnet qualities in that instrument?”
She chuckled. “In New Orleans? Yeah, there just might be. Do