“Whoa. He knows everything,” Carter whispers in admiration. “Maddox knew exactly where we’d be on a Monday morning. He’s a fucking genius.”
I’ll say. The man is ridiculously good at his job and never stops working. Hence, his tracking us down at seven-thirty. The guy is the picture of cool and calm. Impeccably dressed in slacks and a tailored shirt, he sips a cup of espresso as he waits and smiles in satisfaction as I reach him and stop a few paces away.
“I thought I might find you here when you didn’t answer your phone,” he tells me.
I grab for my cell in my pocket, spotting the missed call. Weird. I didn’t think I turned off the sound. “Guess I put it on silent,” I say.
Carter smacks my arm. “You missed a call from me last night too.”
I shoot him a sneaky look. “I wouldn’t say Imissedit.” Then I turn to Maddox again. “Good to see you.”
Maddox gives an easy shrug. “Fortunately, I knew how to find you.”
“I’m a creature of habit,” I say with a smile, eager to find out why he’s parachuted into my morning workout.
Carter thumps our agent on the back. “So, Super Agent, are you here to see him or are you stopping in to see your favorite client while he’s in town?”
“I love all my children equally,” Maddox teases.
“You don’t have to say that just to make Carter feel better,” I say, then I cut to the chase. “What’s the story?” I point my thumb at my buddy. “Unless it’s top secret, Carter can stay. I’ll probably tell him anyway.”
Carter cups the side of his mouth. “News flash—Drew got laid last night.”
“Hey now. It was more than sex. I have a date with her.” I
don’t want to sound like a playboy.
Maddox just grins, shaking his head like we’re a couple of clowns. Which, admittedly, we are. “Glad you met someone you like, Drew.” His smile disappears, and he’s suddenly serious. “I have big news, Drew. Now, let’s talk.”