Mad Gold (Providence Gold 2)

Turning, expecting to see my handsome giant, I frowned when I didn’t see anything. That’s when the high-pitched squeaking barks coming out of Baileys registered and I looked down to see my new baby trying to act like a Rottweiler.

“Seems we have a lot to catch up on,” she pointed out, her eyes shifting to mine.

More than she realized.

Sighing, I walked over to shut the front door and then walked back past her toward the kitchen. This was going to take a lot of fuel to explain.“So, let me get this right,” Bonnie questioned from where she was lying identically to me on my other couch. “His name is Madix Blue?”

I’d just finished re-counting all of my news to her over coffee, and also after picking my phone up and seeing a message from Madix on it. It was worded in his usual sweet way and the thought police, ie Bonnie, hadn’t missed the goofy grin that had split my face as I’d read it.

Madix: Baby, got called into work. Tried to wake you but you sleep like the dead. After ten minutes of trying and dodging your fist, I gave up. I wouldn’t have left after last night if it wasn’t an emergency, but I’m still sorry I had to. Text later! Mx

I loved that he hadn’t wanted to leave me, especially after last night, and that he’d gone out of his way to let me know that in the text. Something which I was sure a man like him wouldn’t really think too much about mentioning normally. I could be wrong, but no man I knew came across like they would do that. Then again, I hadn’t obviously been in a situation like this with them, so I could be wrong. I was choosing to stick with the assumption that Madix was special.

I hadn’t replied yet because Bonnie wouldn’t let up with her quest to find out every single freaking detail.

At that moment, she asked her next question without letting me answer the first one. “And you made out with him on New Year’s Eve and forgot about it? And FYI forgot to tell me about it, too.”

Wincing, I nodded at her because I was guilty of both of those things.

“Which one was he?” she asked, taking a sip of her second cup of coffee.

“He’s really tall. Like, six-foot-eight-inches tall.” That was the key detail to tell her because you tended not to forget about someone with that kind of height.

“Wait,” she shot up on the couch and twisted so that her feet were now on the floor. “Hair that fits in a tiny ponytail and a neat beard. Not all lumbersexual, not hobo-esque, but more of an: I’m a sexy giant and my facial hair doesn’t need to scream to the world that I have a big dick, because that’s just a fact, so I keep it yay long?” She punctuated this description with a hand gesture to exactly where Madix’s beard ended.

How did I guess she’d seen him around town?

Bonnie was an interesting person for a billion reasons. Her personality was out of this world awesome. She was smart, kind, beautiful, funny, inventive, a pain in the ass, protective, loyal and everything that’s good that a person could be, all thrown into one package. What made her even more beautiful was her coloring. She had dark skin, the color of dark coffee with a dash of milk (her words not mine). Her eyes were striking and were hazel with a sapphire blue ring around them like her mother’s, but her facial features were like her father’s.

Here’s where that became bizarre, though. Both of Bonnie’s parents were white, as was her brother, yet it was their DNA which had created the spectacular package that was Bonnie Blue Butler.

When she’d been born, everyone had assumed that her mother had an affair because of the difference in skin color. Her father had been speechless and her mother had been terrified. After swearing blind she hadn’t, they’d had DNA testing done on her to see if perhaps a particular set of genes was responsible, or if, God forbid, her mom had been drugged and raped. Her parents were so special that, at no point after she was born, was she unloved. Even with the worries hanging over them, her parents had literally doted on her because, in their words, it wasn’t the baby’s fault and they’d wanted her so badly after years of trying after her brother was born. I guess you never know how you’ll react until you’re put in that situation. Some people would reject the baby and struggle to accept what had happened, others could put their fears aside and give love as they waited. I had no idea which one of the two I’d be, but I hoped that I would have been like the Butlers.