Three years later.
"The city is in an uproar. Drew McBride, heir to the McBride Foods, finally appears." Britt Shelby, Anchor 24 Tv news reporter, nearly bounced on her chair. Her eyes shone with glee. "After three years of silence and absence."
Maddie rolled her eyes. Oh the life of the rich. To have the whole world practically living on the things you did and didn't do. Who cared about a twenty-two year old young lady, who was waitressing to make needs met for herself and a sixty year old lazy scumbag, who was unfortunately her father? No one. But when an entitled, pompous, profligate millionaire walks into the city? Hold up everyone! The rapture was near.
"Rumor has it that not even his uncle and cousin knew where he disappeared to after burying both parents." Kris, Britt's co-anchor, chipped in.
"The question is why now?" To say the hot Blondie reporter was excited was an understatement.
Bored, she turned off the TV and gulped down her soggy cereals. She shouted a goodbye to her father, who was probably too hungover to register her greeting, and hurried out.
Catching the shuttle, she plugged in her ears, and started her daily ritual of ignoring the bored, sad and tired gazes that usually characterize the faces of the shuttle's regular passengers.
She allowed the song to wash over her. Here was where she gathered the mental strength to face the craziness of each day at the cafe. Because to wait tables at Lobster's Cafe, a gal needed all the reinforcements she could get. It wasn't all that bad, though. There was the bantering and harmless flirtation, whenever Bruce was not harping at her to not fraternize with the customers, that is. And there was the fact that it brought her money.
That golden paycheck made it all, including Burce's surliness, worth it.
The shuttle rocked to a stop and she jumped out.
"You're late." Bruce's angry voice greeted her as she entered the kitchen through the back door.
Maddie rolled her eyes, tying the strings of the faded blue apron that all waitress wore around her waist. "By a minute, Bruce. That doesn't count. Look for something else to gripe about. Besides, it isn't like anyone is here…"
"Yet."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. The cafe was practically falling on its ears. It was a wonder they even had any customer. The food was good, though. So she guessed that was reason enough for their loyal customers. She walked out to the front door and flipped the sign to open.
Plugging her ears back, she swiped the counter. Her feet tapped and her waist swayed. She threw her hands above her head, and swayed her hips harder. "You one of dem gals that ain't trying to meet nobody. You just here for the party. If I'm wrong hen stop me. You one of dem gals that's here trying to make us want ya. You tryin' to make us want ya." She crooned along with Lee Brice. "You're one of them girls. And I'm one of them boys, who'll trade his whole world. For one of them girls." She wiped the counter with added flourish, then she turned to the kitchen to get the pot of coffee. Bruce gave her the stink eye but she ignored him. Just kept singing under her breath.
She stepped back into the cafe, and found a man leaning on the wall beside the door. She jumped. The coffee pot slipped and crashed, black liquid pooling at her feet.
"Taylor!" Bruce shouted from the kitchen.
She crouched down and began to hurriedly pick the shattered glasses. Knowing Bruce, he was going to remove the money for another coffee pot and the wasted coffee from her pay. The removal was going to set her plans aback, but she had no choice. How long has the dratted man been standing there? How had she not heard him come in? They had a bell hanging up by the door, for God sake.
A shard slipped. She tried to catch it and got her finger sliced. "Owww!"
He was there immediately, the dratted man. Crouching beside her and taking her injured hand on his. "Let me see."
His voice was like honey, flowing over her in the most pleasant sensation.
Snap out of it, gal.
He shrugged out of his jacket and pressed it to the cut.
She blinked at the softeness. Narrowing her eyes, she looked closely at the jacket. There was no doubt about. That jacket he was pressing to her cut was way, way what she could ever afford.
"The jacket probably worth more than my blood." She muttered.
He laughed.
She looked up. And had her breath sucked out of her lungs. A square jaw sporting a cleft in its chin — God, she had always been a sucker for clefts. Lips in the shape of cupid bows. A nose that archer perfectly. Sunglasses his his eyes but she would get her last dollar that they were smoky hot. Probably blue. A pair of baby blues to go with that beautiful blond hair.
She opened her mouth to thank him but found herself asking, "who wears sunglasses this early in the morning?" She should be mortified, but one has to admit that it was quite weird.
His thick brows shot up and his lips twitched with surpressed laughter.
Tilting her head, she leaned in and considered him closely. Expensive running suits. Sneakers that looks like it cost more than the mortgage on her parents' house. And he was wearing sunglasses. They could only mean one thing. The dratted man tending to her cut was famous.
Just then, he began to gather the broken shards.
"No." She reached out to stop him. "You shouldn't. I made the mess, I clean it."
He smiled — and her heart became a wild mustang in her chest. "Why don't you go wash your hand? I'll be done before you return."
She paused.
He nodded towards the kitchen. "I mean it. Go on."
She nodded her thanks and went into the kitchen. She turned on the spigot and placed her hand underneath the running water.
"You broke the coffee pot, didn't you?" Bruce snarled.
"You can take it from my pay."
"Oh, you bet I am."
She turned the water off and lifted the finger close to her face. The blood was still oozing out, but it was much slower. She wrapped it back in the jacket. Using her uninjured hand, she put another pot of coffee on the gas.
Then she tied the jacket around her waist for easy access and returned to the handsome customer.
"How's the cut?" He asked immediately she stopped by his table.
"I'll live." She smiled. "Thanks."
He flashed her a mischievous grin. "It's the least I could do. Not after entertaining me."
He didn't mean… She scowled. "How long were you standing by the door?"
"Long enough to know you should feature in So You Think You Can Dance."
And to think she had been thinking he was a wonderful person. She dug into her apron and brought out her small notebook. "What would you like to order?"
"Are you sure you can use that hand?"
She chose to ignore him. "What can I get you?'
His smile turned suave. He dropped his arm on the table and leaned towards her. "Your name." He said, his voice low.
Ah, a smooth one. "That's not on the menu. Sorry." She made sure she sounded unapologetic.
"But you can offer it to me." His voice was like velvet and her heart tripped in response. "It's the least you can do, you know. A compensation for tending your wound."
"Ah, but my entertainment already covered that."
His smile widened into a full blown grin.
"Are you out there yapping or taking orders, girl?" Bruce shouted from the kitchen.
If Bruce didn't calm down, he would shout himself into an heart attack. And that would leave her jobless.
She turned back to Mr. Billionaire Stranger. "You heard the boss, hotshot. What would it be?"
One brow cocked upward. "Hotshot?"
She looked pointedly at his sweatpants and sneakers. "Well, it's not exactly like your wardrobe isn't shouting it."
That seemed to amuse him the more.
She clicked her pen.
"One hamburger, regular. Well done. Some tortilla chips and your hottest sauce." He looked into her eyes. "I like 'em hot."
She laughed. "Try harder, hotshot." She cast a saucy look over her shoulders.
Maddie returned, carrying a mug and the coffee pot just as another gentleman walked into the cafe. Black hair cut in a punk style, feet light like a cat's, eyes sweeping every corner of the cafe as though searching for danger, everything about this gentleman told Maddie that he was someone that flirted with danger. Those sharp eyes landed on her handsome customer and he made his way to join him. Her handsome customer saw him and smiled. Not a polite 'what can I do for you' smile, but a 'good to see you' smile. Maddie snagged another mug and made a way to their table. "Where in God's name did you find this place, Drew?" The dangerous looking guy asked her handsome customer. Drew. He didn't look like a Drew, yet, she realized, it fit him. She placed the mugy on the table and filled them with coffee. "Stumbled into it, actually." Drew replied. "When you called asking to meet, I simply mentioned the first cafe I saw." Then Drew smiled up at her and nodded his thanks. She turned aw
Maddie was literally dead on her two feet. Andrea, one of the waitresses came down with flu that afternoon, and she had to substitute. Then Rache, the flighty blond that waitressed the night shift, had a "special dinner" with her boyfriend, and she couldn't cancel because she believed "he just might propose." Even though they had only been seeing each other for three weeks. In simple words, Maddie had been on her feet since seven in the morning. She was sweaty, tired, incapable of producing a sentence that consisted of more than four to five words, and had no patience for snotty customers — hence the reason why she had walked out on the voluptuous brunette who with a shrill voice had made her displeasure about their "soggy fries" and "too oily" hamburgers known. Times like this, she wished she had a social life. Even a teensy tiny one. But, alas, her life consisted of working to make ends meet, caring for her father, and taking college classes online. The good part is that she was
Drew collected the paper from the waitress. "Thank you."She tilted her head in acknowledgement, then walked away.He unfolded the paper. What he read almost made him to burst out laughing. You could always plead a stomach ache.The imp!He fished out a pen from his pocket and replied, I don't think she would get the hint. Would probably offer to follow me home. He waved her over and handed the paper back to her. "It isn't mine." Her hand brushed his, and he almost snatched it, just to feel the press of her hand against his."Oh, sorry about the interruption. Enjoy your dinner." She turned and walked away. Stopping a few feet away, she read his reply. Her shoulders shook and her eyes danced with surpressed laughter.He widened his eyes.She threw her hands up in surrender.Twenty long minutes later, the dinner ended. He pulled up in front of Redhead's apartment.She slid her hand up his chest. "I had a nice time tonight."When he agreed to Aiden setting him up on blind dates — becaus
Stupid tears sliding down her nose bridge, Maddie knelt and stuffed her strewn clothes into the ratty suitcase that had been hers since she was sixteen. She swiped angrily at the tears. What was she? Five? She shouldn't be surprised by her father's actions. They shouldn't hurt her. And yet, here she was, tears and mucus running down her face. She didn't know which she mourned the most. The chance to fulfill her promise to her mother or the money — her savings — tucked under her bed. When the box couldn't contain any more clothes, she sat on the old box and forced the zipper close. She looked down at the remaining clothes that were left. Well, she wouldn't be needing these much clothes out in the streets. At the thought of having to live on the streets, the tears came rushing back. She sprang to her feet, pulled the box up to stand on its wheels and began to think of her options of a place to sleep this night. She wasn't really close to Andrea and Rache, plus she had no idea where
When she didn't say anything, Drew looked around where she had slept. His eyes latched to the suitcase lying behind her. "Did you sleep here?"Maddie still could not answer. She just stared at him like he was her nightmare come to life. Yesterday she had been bemoaning the fact that he had seen her when she was a sweaty mess. But this? This was worse."For God's sake, just tell me already..!" He sounded irritated by her silence. "It is hard to be mad at you when I don't even know your name.""It's Maddie." She said finally."Short for Madeline." His eyes searched hers. "It suits you." Then his face softened. "How about we talk over breakfast?""I need to head to work. Bruce won't be happy if I do not show up.""I will reimburse your boss. After I let him know I inconvenienced you.""I don't know you.""I'm Drew.""Drew McBride, I know." When his eyes widened, she said, "I have long ears. And I wasn't talking about your name. What I meant was that I have no idea what kind of person you
The coffee went down the wrong way and Maddie immediately choked. When Drew made to stand up, she shook her head. She shut her eyes and tried to bring her irritated throat under control. It seemed she was destined to die from mortification."Are you okay?" Drew asked when she didn't cough for a full minute."Yes." She whispered and cleared her throat. She pushed the offending cup of coffee away. "Did you just ask me to marry you?"His eyes held hers, unwavering. "Yes.""Why?" Panic clawed at her chest. "You don't know me for Christ sake." What game was he playing?"Calm down.""Don't tell me to calm down." She snapped. "Marriage is not something to entered into lightly. No matter how many people are doing exactly that. Marriage is…sacred.""Are you done?" He nodded at the half eaten sticky buns remaining on her plate. She nodded. She didn't think she could stomach any food right now."Let's go then."Go where? He must have read the question and fear in her eyes because he reached out
Drew opened the door and only had to take one look at Aiden's face to know what his best friend thought of his plan to marry Madeline. And if that wasn't enough, the words that came out of his mouth rid any lingering doubt whatsoever."Are you out of your mind?" Aiden roared."Keep your voice down. Madeline is in the kitchen.""Don't tell me to keep my voice down." Aiden said fiercely, but at least he dropped his voice to a whisper. "And to think that you call me the one who's always with harebrained ideas.""This isn't harebrained. I called you so that you can be my best man, just like we promised each other in middle school."Aiden dug his hands into his hair and tugged it up. "This is not funny, Drew. What do you know about this Madeline?""She was kicked out of the house because she refused to give her father money — money that she worked for — to buy booze.""So we are marrying everyone kicked out into the streets now, are we?"He shot Aiden a "don't get sarcastic with me" look.
"Do you, Madeline Taylor, take Drew McBride to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish and obey till death do you both part?” Judge Martins — who was unsurprisingly a friend of Drew's parents — looked up from the book of vows to smile at her.Maddie paused, looking into Drew's eyes. On the way to Judge Martins' office, she and Drew got talking about what exactly this marriage would entail, and he mentioned that even though the marriage was not real in the true sense that a marriage should be, the vows were binding.She pointed out the impossibility of that happening since they were not in love and she was not going to be wrapping her arms around him in a burst of affection, and told him point blank that if he had been nursing a hope for that to happen, he could forget about it.He replied that even though there was no hope for romance ever developing betwee