Be My Love Song by Sable Hunter

home?”
    Maddie sighed. “I’d rather stay. I’ve never felt more
comfortable or content. But I suppose I need to go home. It’s a busy time and I
am the boss.”
    “I’m doing the boss.” West snorted, kissing her on the end
of the nose. He helped her up, and she redressed. He pulled on a comfortable
pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “I’ll drive you home, but I’m walking you to
the door and I expect a goodnight kiss.”
    “I think I can handle that.”
    The moon seemed brighter, the ocean more magical. Maddie was
a little sore between her legs, but in a very good way.
    “I want to know what’s going on,” he told her. “Let me hear
what the bank says and if your family gets to be too much, call me.”
    Maddie smiled. Considering his caring attitude, her troubles
were almost worth it. “Okay, I will.” She wanted to ask him when she would see
him again so bad she could taste it. But she didn’t want to seem desperate.
    As promised, he walked her not only to her door, but through
the lobby and up the elevator to her private suite. To her surprise, Morgana
waited inside and her face was distinctly tear-streaked. When she saw Weston
and Madeline, she frowned and left the room.
    “Oh, someone didn’t have a good Valentine’s Day,” he said,
somewhat sympathetically.
    “Looks like it.” Not that Morgana would welcome it, but she
would check on her in a bit—but first, she had something really important to
do. An honest to goodness goodnight kiss with a sexier than sin man. She gazed
up into his eyes. “I had a wonderful time tonight.” She touched her throat.
“Thank you for the necklace…and everything.”
    Her blush made him smile. “You’re always thanking me. This
was mutual pleasure, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have traded this time with you for
anything.”
    There was something about the way he phrased the last part
of his sentence that made her uneasy. Was their time over? “Me neither.” She
chose to ignore her twinge of anxiety.
    “Give me those lips.” She lifted her head, and he held her
chin, rubbing his lips over hers, which gave Maddie chills. This time it was
her who took charge, framing his face and kissing him just as she’d always
dreamed of doing to a man she loved. She gave, she took, she worshiped his
mouth with everything in her. And when she pulled away to look into his eyes,
he pulled her close for more. If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, Madeline
might have slid to the floor. “Oh, mercy,” she whispered.
    “You are so damn cute.” West laughed, kissing her again.
“I’ll call you.”
    She wanted to ask when, but she refrained. And when he left,
she sagged against the door, weak in the knees.
    “Well, I see you’ve been a busy little bee,” Morgana said
sarcastically from behind her.
    Turning, Madeline looked at her sister with amazement. “You
have something snide to say when I don’t have a boyfriend and you have
something snide to say when I do. There’s just no making you happy.” When there
was no sharp retort but a sniff, Madeline had to ask, “What’s wrong?”
    Morgana’s face crumpled and she began to sob. “Sergio dumped
me. He said I was a bitch and impossible to please. He put me out at the pier
and left me.”
    As much as Madeline wanted to say something mean, she
couldn’t. This was her sister. If she tried real hard, she could remember
teaching her to swim and playing dolls together. She could remember the picnics
their father took them on and how hard she’d cried the first day Morgana had
gone to school and left her behind. “I’m so sorry.” She put her arms around her
and gave her a hug.
    Morgana let Madeline hold her for about ten seconds before
she pushed away. “We really have to sell this rat hole now. I need to go to New
York with some of the girls and I need lots of spending money and new clothes.”
    Madeline didn’t argue. She just picked up a few things in
the kitchen and retired to her room. As Tilly had said,