Free Mad Love: Madison by Lisa Boone Page A

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was happy with it.”
    “Think romantically. What kind of music does he
like?” She held up her index finger. “And don’t even think about a gift card to
iTunes.”
    Madison thought back to a night a month ago when
he drove her to meet a witness he had tracked down for one of her cases. “Rock
music.”
    “Any particular bands he’s fond of? You could get
him concert tickets. Two in fact. Hopefully, he’d invite you to go along with
him.”
    “Bands…” Madison looked up as she tried to
remember if there were any bands in particular that he seemed to like. “Nope,
not that I noticed.”
    “Okay, what other hobbies does he have?”
    “He likes sailing. I know he has a sailboat. He
loves animals. Horses, especially.”
    “Does he own a horse?”
    “No.”
    “What about sports? Most men love sports.” Sarah
suddenly lifted her hands to her head. “A hat!”
    “I don’t think he wears hats.”
    “No, I just thought of what I could get Hannah
for Christmas. She’s going to Cancun on her honeymoon and just the other day
she said she wanted to get one of those straw hats before she left. I saw the
perfect one…” She glanced around with a frown, “somewhere.”
    Madison’s phone vibrated in her hand. “Oh, it’s
Ethan,” she said excitedly. Funny, how just seeing his name appear on her phone
returned that happy giddy feeling she had the night before.
    Sarah picked up her bags and pointed toward
herself and towards a boutique a few stores away.
    Clearing her throat, Madison nodded as she
answered the phone. “Hello.” She winced at the oddly breathless tone that
popped out of her mouth. She cleared her throat again, as Ethan’s deep voice
came over the phone.
    “Hello to you too,” he said. “Did you get home
okay?”
    “Of course.”
    “No problems with Paul Harris?”
    “None whatsoever. Did you expect me too?”
    “Not at all.”
    Madison groaned. “What did you do?”
    “Nothing,” he said a touch too innocently. “I
just kept an eye on him for a while. Were you aware that he lives a block from
where you live?”
    Madison’s eyes went wide. “No. Where?”
    “He checked into the Waverly hotel three nights
ago. The night clerk says he takes a lot of walks and he saw Harris sitting on
a bench in that park outside your apartment when he drove into work the other
night and then again last night.”
    Madison sighed. “It sounds like he’s planning on
being a problem.”
    “I think so. He tested the security of your
office, he followed you to the restaurant, and now we find out he’s moved a
block away and hangs out in the park outside your apartment building. I think
it’s safe to say he’s planning on doing something.”
    Madison felt a chill go up her back. “I finally
got hold of his attorney last night. She wasn’t much help. She is so fed up
with him she’s about ready to tell him to find another lawyer.” She closed her
eyes coming to a sudden decision. “I’ll talk to the police the day after
Christmas. I doubt they will be able to do anything until he commits a crime, but
I might as well start building a record now.”
    “Good.” His voice softened. “It’s possible we can
scare the guy into backing off. I’ll have a little chat with him in a few days.”
    “Yeah, I heard that you and he already had a
little chat.”
    “Where did you hear that?”
    “Paul called Cheryl this morning to complain
about some guy harassing him. From the description, it sounded just like you.”
    “That was merely an introduction,” he said with a
snarl. “This time, he and I are going to have a nice long conversation about
his penchant for following you around.
    With
any luck, we’ll nip this in the bud. In the meantime, I’d be happy to keep a
close eye on you.”
    “That sounds like fun.” She bit her lip. “Where’s
Paul now?”
    “At his mom’s house eighty miles away.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “I overheard him arguing with her over the phone
a few hours