She slowly closed the door behind her and tried to take in the ambience of the room. There were dozens of tea-light candles everywhere all over the porch and living room. She didn’t see Jamahl anywhere in sight, but she knew he was responsible for this, although it was so out of character. The sounds of Brian McKnight swayed through the air, and the smell of something tasty in the oven filled her nose. Madison was excited. No one had ever done anything like this for her before, and it was the last thing she expected from Jamahl Walker. She saw a note on the table that read Read Me. A smile covered her face. She opened it up. Go upstairs, take a shower, change into something comfortable, and meet me back in the living room in thirty minutes. Don’t be late. Madison set the card down, tossed her purse on the porch chair, and headed upstairs. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach like she was a little girl. She didn’t know what had caused him to do this for her—their anniversary and her birthday were months away.
