said
you
sounded
upset
when
you
called
so
I
thought
I’d
come
over
right
away.”
His
gaze
took
in
her
features.
They
appeared
tense
and
worried.
“What’s
wrong,
Madison?”
She
inhaled
deeply
and
nervously
rubbed
her
hands
together.
“I
don’t
know
where
to
start.”
Stone
studied
her
for
a
moment,
concerned.
“Start
anywhere
you
like.
How
about
if
we
take
a
seat
over
there
and
you
can
tell
me
what’s
going
on,”
he
suggested
in
a
calming
voice.
She
nodded
and
crossed
the
room
to
sit
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
while
he
sat
across
from
her
in
a
wingback
chair.
“All
right,
now
tell
me
what’s
wrong,”
he
said,
his
tone
soothing.
Madison
folded
her
hands
in
her
lap.
A
part
of
her
was
grateful
to
Stone
for
coming
instead
of
calling,
although
she
hadn’t
expected
him
to.
She
lifted
her
chin
and
met
his
gaze;
again,
like
before,
she
felt
that
powerful
current
pass
through
them
and
wondered
if
he’d
felt
it,
too.
She
put
the
thought
of
the
sexual
chemistry
that
was
sizzling
between
them
to
the
back
of
her
mind
and
started
talking.
“I
called
my
apartment
in
Boston
to
retrieve
my
phone
messages
and
discovered
that
my
mother
had
called
and
left
another
one.”
Stone
lifted
a
dark
brow.
“Really?
And
what
did
she
say?”
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