The Fall of the Red Queen (Self Made Men...Southern Style Book 3) by Callahan Lexxi

Author:Callahan, Lexxi [Callahan, Lexxi]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Callahan Publishing
Published: 2016-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Madlyn stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, staring at the stranger in front of her. What was she doing?

She smoothed the black and tan chevron-patterned palazzo pants again, then buttoned the last buttons on the black silk blouse. She closed her eyes and shook her head in defeat, then unbuttoned a button. It felt strange not wearing red, but somehow she couldn’t face it. Not after today. What the hell had she been thinking going by their bakery?

Stupid move.

She hadn’t thought it through. Her shoulders dropped. She’d just wanted to see him. The conversation she’d walked in on momentarily stunned her. She’d reverted to form when it was too late to back out of the doorway without them noticing her. So she’d brazened her way through it and escaped as quickly as she could.

And she’d seen him. Every delicious inch. Her insides still didn’t feel quite right, and there was a tingle just under her skin.

Shaking it off, she unbuttoned another button, then turned away from the pale, hesitant woman gazing warily at her from the mirror.

She should never have let her grandfather talk her into going to dinner with Rafe Warren. Working with him and his brother the last two weeks had been excruciating. Spending time with Robbie made it worth it. She was able to pick Robbie up from school, help him with his homework, and eat supper with him each night. Then she would break her heart by taking him back to her sister. But she’d seen him every day for two weeks in a row. The longest time she’d ever spent with him.

So she’d swallowed what was left of her conscience and helped the Warren brothers build a defense with one exception. Every time West JDC came up, she denied any knowledge of it and she successfully deflected their attempts to look into it further.

Rafe Warren was no fool. He was methodical and thorough. He let West JDC go, but he hadn’t been happy about it. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to redirect him if he took it up again.

When his brother had flown back to Dallas, Rafe had stayed in town to work over the weekend. So her grandfather had naturally volunteered her to take him to dinner.

Rafe was, of course, alone in town and wanted to see the real New Orleans, maybe listen to some music. There’d been no way to say no. But it also meant Robbie could not spend Saturday night with her. She promised to take him to breakfast in the morning.

Rafe had called Saturday morning to work out the details. He was nice enough and very upfront that the ink on his divorce wasn’t dry yet.

Startled when the doorbell rang, she grabbed her black lace kimono wrap and checked her make-up one more time. She hadn’t changed her lipstick. Maybe it was too much. Should she consider a different shade? Was she getting too old for red? Or was she just losing her taste for it?

The doorbell rang again.

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