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toward
him. “Here’s your check and if you could hang out with me till in the morning,
I’d be grateful. We can put pillows between us on the bed.”
    West started to laugh. He didn’t take the check. He just put
his hand to his forehead and laughed harder.
    “What’s so funny? The floor’s hard and I don’t think one of
us should sleep on the couch. It would be my luck Morgana would get up for a
drink of water or something.” When West kept laughing, Madeline put her hands
on her hips, and she started laughing too. “We’ll be like those Amish. Don’t
they put pillows between their young couples and call it snicker-doodling or
something?”
    West’s laughter escalated from mild to uproarious. “The term
you’re thinking of is canoodling, but the Amish practice is called bundling.”
    “Well, I was close.” Maddie protested.
    “Not even, not about the bed snuggling and not about the
other.” He wiped tears from his face. “I’m not an escort.”
    “What do you mean you’re not an escort? You’re Rod Long. I
found you on a website!” She was beginning to panic.
    A knock sounded on the door. “Will you two hold it down in
there? I’m sure seeing Magpie naked is hilarious, but I can’t hear the
television!”
    “Go away, Morgana!” Maddie yelled, stepping forward toward the
door, her fists clenched. Turning back, she glared at Rod or whoever he was.
“Let me get this straight,” she asked again. “You’re not Rod from BOYSQUAD?”
    “No, I’m not.” She was so cute, standing there staring at
him like he was an alien from Mars.
    She turned her head, squinting her eyes, surveying him
closely. “So, who are you? Or do I want to know?”
    West spread his hands, as if showing her he was hiding
nothing. “I told you who I was when I walked through the door. I’m Weston
Rogers. I brought the blueprints for the renovation.”
    Madeline dropped her head. She walked calmly across the
room, opened her closet and stepped inside, shutting the door.

 
    Chapter
Five
     
     
     
    Amused, West walked to the closet and tapped on the wood.
    “Give me a minute.” Her small voice sounded muffled from the
other side of the door.
    Madeline was mortified. She kept reliving every dumb thing
she’d said and done since inviting Weston Rogers into her home. No wonder he’d
seemed so perfect. He was no paid escort. He was the real damn deal.
    “Come out, Madeline. It’s way past time for us to talk.”
    She supposed he was right. With a resigned sigh, she turned
the knob and faced him. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t you stop me from
insulting you and making a fool out of myself?” Madeline was still whispering.
She certainly didn’t want Morgana hearing this part.
    Weston kept his voice low too. “I wasn’t insulted, just
confused.”
    Maddie studied his face. He didn’t look amused now, just
concerned. She spun on her heels and walked to the dresser and stuffed the
crumpled check inside. “I certainly don’t expect you to stay.” Pulling a bank
envelope from the depths with five one-hundred dollar bills in it, she asked,
“And I owe you for wasting your time. What do you think would be fair?”
    Weston pretended to consider. “Hmmm, let me see.” He bit his
lip, watching her waiting patiently. “What you’ve given me so far has more than
compensated for my time, Madeline.”
    “I don’t think the beef tenderloin is enough pay for having
to listen to Morgana and I feud.” She primly sat down on the edge of the bed.
    “I wasn’t referring to the meal.” She looked at him
inquisitively. “The kisses and your company were more than enough to make this
evening worthwhile.”
    “You’re too kind.” Maddie rubbed her forehead. “So, the tube
you brought with you wasn’t just a clever prop. Why don’t I go retrieve it and
let’s go over the details while you’re here? Then you can head home.”
    “Oh, no.” West shook his head. “After all we’ve been
through, we’re not