First Rapture (The Rapture #1)(5)

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Madison readily reached for the coffee, smiling at the rich aroma. Kristen, of course, remembered that she took it strong and black. Her ruthless competence was sometimes frightening.

“After years of traveling I’ve discovered the only way to deal with jet lag is to force myself to adjust to the local time as soon as I arrive,” she said, the words not entirely a lie.

She’d arrived in Vegas late last night from a trip to Paris to recruit new models, and while she’d set her alarm, she’d intended to laze in bed for at least a few hours as she adjusted to the abrupt change in time.

“Hmm.” Kristen studied her pale face. “Jet lag didn’t put dark circles under those eyes.”

Madison blew out a sigh. “I’ve looked in the mirror, thank you very much. I don’t need you to point out I look like a zombie.”

Kristen shook her head, her classic beauty shown to advantage surrounded by the white and silver condo, with its glass walls that revealed a stunning view of the city.

It was like her. Sleek. Modern. Efficient.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Kristen chided. “You always look spectacular. If you weren’t my best friend, I’d be morally obligated to hate you. But you’ve obviously had more than one sleepless night. Tell me what’s going on.”

Madison shrugged. She hadn’t revealed the truth of her return to Vegas to anyone. Not even her best friend.

“Bad dreams.”

Kristen arched a honey brow. “Does this bad dream happen to go by the name Luc Angeli?”

“Luc?” Madison blinked in genuine shock. How the hell had she guessed? “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Kristen waved aside her ridiculous pretense of ignorance. “Don’t be coy. No woman forgets her first.”

“Really?” Madison took a sip of her coffee, hoping the caffeine would snap her sluggish mind into gear. “So you spend your nights dreaming about Jack Roberts?”

“Oh hell no.” Kristen shuddered in horror. “But my first was a quickie in the boys’ locker room…with an emphasis on the quickie,” she said in wry tones. “Yours, on the other hand, was an epic event.”

Madison stiffened, wishing to god she’d never called Kristen after Luc had walked out on her. At the time she’d needed someone to sympathize with her brutal humiliation. Now she hated the knowledge that she’d shared her pathetic heartbreak over a man who wasn’t worth a single tear.

“Hardly epic.”

“Oh, come on, Maddy—”

“It’s Madison,” she firmly corrected.

Maddy was a needy child searching for love in all the wrong places. Madison was a successful woman who molded the world to suit her needs.

Or at least she did in all facets of her life…except one.

And that one she intended to sort out in the next couple of days.

“Fine. Madison,” Kristen obediently said. “You lusted after Luc for years. You had your walls plastered with pictures of him, you walked past his house a dozen times a day, and never missed a football game when he was playing. Hell, you had his name tattooed on your ass with a heart around it.”

Madison thinned her lips. The tattoo was going, along with the memories.

“And you had a poster of the Backstreet Boys pinned over your bed,” Madison countered, taking another gulp of her coffee, wincing as it scalded her tongue. “Big deal.”

Kristen refused to be diverted. “But the Backstreet Boys didn’t take my virginity on my eighteenth birthday and then walk away with the comment that I should find someone else to obsess over,” she pointed out. “And I didn’t leave Vegas swearing to return one day and make them pay for humiliating me.”

With a weary groan, Madison planted her elbow on the bar, her chin resting on her palm. “You always did have an overactive imagination.”

“I also have enough intelligence to know that this trip to Vegas isn’t just a whim.”

“Why not? It’s been years since I’ve been home.”

“Because there’s no reason to be here. Your mother died shortly after you left and you don’t have any other family,” Kristen said, as usual not bothering to tiptoe around the fact that Madison’s mother had taken off with one of her lovers who’d then crashed their car just outside Denver. “And if you wanted to see me, you know you only have to call and I’ll fly to join you wherever you are.”

“It’s still where I was born,” Madison stubbornly tried to hold her ground against the merciless interrogation. “Maybe I was feeling nostalgic.”

“Bullshit. You have a fabulous life in New York.”

“True.”

Kristen moved to place her hands flat on the bar, her expression warning she was ready to continue her cross-examination until Madison cracked.

“Tell me the truth,” she commanded. “Why are you in Vegas?”

Madison gave a resigned shake of her head. Hell, Kristen no doubt terrified poor juries into submission.

“To put the past behind me,” she grudgingly admitted.

“Luc?”

“Yes.” Madison made a sound of frustration. “I know it’s stupid, but I can’t get him out of my head.”