"Madeleine," my boyfriend (he is that now, isn't he?) groans at the same time.
But this only has me blinking innocently. "What?"
"Definitely by midnight," Rashad stresses when my grandfather looks like he's about to have an aneurysm.
"But—-"
Rashad glances at me, and the glint in his tiger-gold eyes has me biting back the rest of my words.
Oh, fine.
We do have the rest of our lives anyway, so if he wants to send me back by midnight, fine.
But as for the few hours that we have to ourselves—-