speculatively; especially her mother and sisters. Maddie determined she had better leave before those women could get their claws of inquisition into her. Maddie allowed another thirty minutes to pass before she said her goodnight.
“Must you leave so soon?’ Winifred bemoaned.
“It’s late, Mom and I need to get back to New York. I want to go into the office tomorrow,” Maddie explained.
“On a Saturday,” Winnie exclaimed. She turned to look at Whit. “What kind of slave driver are you?”
Maddie grinned at Whit’s discomfort. He raised his hands in self-defense.
“I did not tell her she had to work tomorrow. For once in my life I am totally innocent,” he said wryly.
“Then why is she going in?” Winnie demanded.
“It’s completely her call,” Whit defended himself.
Maddie found it annoying to be spoken about as if she wasn’t there.
“Hello! I’m here. I can speak for myself,” Maddie said loudly.
“Then why don’t you?” Winnie said tartly.
“I will,” Maddie retorted. “I’m going into the office because I want to. I have a lot of things to square away before I leave.”
“Leave where?” Tiffany asked.
Maddie groaned in frustration. She had intended to tell everyone about her Aruba trip but hadn’t had a chance. She glanced at Whit who was grinning broadly.
“Never mind. I’ll tell you later. Gotta go. Goodnight!” Maddie said as she trotted to the door.
“Maddie!” Winnie exclaimed.
“I must be leaving too. Thank you for your splendid hospitality. I had a wonderful time,” Whit said graciously.
Winifred sighed and smiled lovingly at his affable manner. Whit’s English charm was shining through.
“No problem. You’re welcome any time,” Logan said.
Logan walked Whit to the door and they said their goodbyes. Logan closed the door as Whit ran down the porch steps of the Connecticut home. He saw Maddie backing out of the driveway. He ran to her white Mustang and hit the hood. She stopped.
“What are you doing?” she yelled. It was a warm night and her convertible top was down.
“I’m going to follow you home,” he said from over the top of her raised windows.
Maddie panicked. He couldn’t come home with her. She wasn’t sure that she could say no if he did.
“No, Whit. Please don’t follow me,” she begged. “Please don’t.”
Whit looked into her dark green eyes and saw the turmoil there. He immediately backed off. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain or confusion.
“Alright. I’ll not follow you. Goodnight, Madison,” he said softly.
He saw her sigh deeply.
“Goodnight, Whit,” she whispered.
He moved away from the car and she continued backing out of the driveway. She then straightened and took off. He watched her car until the taillights faded. Then he slowly got into his own silver Porsche and drove back to New York.
*****
Maddie arrived at her office the next day and went into her remodeled cubicle. She smiled as she looked at the much improved space. It was light and airy with cream colored walls and accented with pops of yellow and green. Whit had moved her glass and chrome desk into the room and given her a new leather desk chair. The tan color chair was a perfect fit with the décor of the room. It had been an unexpected yet kind gesture from Whit to see to her comfort after causing her the humiliation of having her prized office stripped from her. He didn’t have to do it but he had and she was truly grateful. Maddie was changing her opinion about him after last night’s revelations. He had been open and honest about his business and his ambition. She had glimpsed a bit of his inner being and was intrigued. Putting aside the nearly insatiable attraction she had for him, she was drawn to him as a person. She wanted to know him better; to discover the makeup of Whitman Lampier. She went to the cadenza behind her desk and opened it to remove the Edelston file. It wasn’t there. She realized she must have