“Huh?” Madison focused on Janice again. “Of course I’m serious. I deserve this inheritance.” She leaned on her elbows. “After the death of my parents, I basically grew up alone. Yeah, I had nannies, but they changed more often than I could count. My grandmother ignored me except for the times she paraded me around at events. I deserve her damn money.”

Janice nodded thoughtfully, opened her briefcase, and slipped out a small stack of paperwork. “Okay. You can’t do anything about her will right now, but what we could try is—”

“Damnit!” a middle-aged fat guy at the next table shouted. “Can’t you be more careful?”

Madison turned.

The cute waitress wiped some spilled coffee off the man’s table. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a hushed tone.

The guy grabbed her waist with meaty hands and pulled her closer. “You can apologize by keeping me company.”

The waitress tried to shake him off, but she had no chance against his physical strength.

“Fred, keep your hands off Sherry,” the guy behind the counter called. “I’ve told you a thousand times to leave my girls alone or you will not be welcome here anymore.”

The guy squeezed the waitress’s behind before holding up his hands. “Okay, okay. Sherry doesn’t mind. Do you, honey?” He winked at the waitress, who ignored him. She cleaned up the remaining spilled coffee and scurried away.

Madison couldn’t take her eyes off the plain waitress. Nothing about her explained Madison’s interest. She was a petite, dark-blonde woman, and her breasts couldn’t have been more than a small B-cup. Okay, she had nice legs and a pretty face, but it was almost haggard. Just like the rest of her.

“Mad? Mad, did you hear that?” Janice sounded as if she had asked her this question more than once.

“I’m sorry, what?” The waitress the burly guy behind the counter had called Sherry was now walking around, filling up the coffee cups.

“Could you get me the sugar, please?” Janice pointed to the table behind Madison on the other side of the aisle.

Madison nodded and stood. On her way to the table, she passed the waitress, and their arms fleetingly brushed against each other.

A tingling sensation spread throughout Madison’s body. What the hell? Two days without sex and you’re going through withdrawal already? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the fat guy extend this hand again toward Sherry, no doubt to grab her.

A hand stopped him.

It was Madison’s. What the fuck? Since when did she help strangers? It was none of her business.

Sherry and the fat guy both stared at her.

Wow. Sherry’s eyes were anything but plain: they were a blazing green, tired but intense. What the hell is going on here? Madison let go of the man’s hand.