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Back again with a tiny excerpt from MADLY! Here’s a bit of Allie & Winston together, getting up to no good—
“I’m merely pointing out that here you are, and here I am, a man who was very thoroughly picked up at a bar. What comes after the picking up at the bar bit?” Winston asked.
“Ruthless therapeutic confessions about our failed relationships,” Allie said. “Cold chamomile tea.”
“Had I known, I might have been more wary of your charms.”
“I haven’t explained the part that happens after the cold tea.”
He did this thing then, this absolutely flawless Englishman thing with one eyebrow, that she’d glimpsed in the bar but had assumed was an illusion because no real person could surely convey so much inappropriate interest merely by lifting an eyebrow by a fraction of a millimeter.
“Yeah, so,” Allie croaked. “Since there is obviously so, so much that could happen after cold tea, maybe we should make a list.”
“That sounds perfectly reasonable.” He didn’t linger on his joke, and it made it even funnier as he leaned over and pulled open a drawer to pull out a perfect pad of white, heavy paper. Naturally, he had a fountain pen in the inner pocket of his coat hanging over the back of his barstool.
“You understand,” Allie said, her neck white, scalding hot, “what kind of list that this is.”