fervency. He was the old Wes once again, ready to challenge the world to get what he wanted. Only this time, she wasnât ready to follow him.
âThe station is willing to double your present salary, and with the perks Louis is going to make sure you get, it could easily be worth another couple hundred thousand,â he said. âYou know as well as I do how fickle the public is. We have to do this now and I know you want this as much as I do.â
She had. National syndication had been her dream and she had worked hard to achieve success, but now that it was within reach, she wasnât so sure she was willing to pay the price by living a lie in a loveless marriage. âThey want the couple the media sees.â
âWe can be that way again.â Again the whisper of seduction came into his voice. He reached for her hand, but she was already sliding them into her pockets.
âIâm not sure how much longer I can go on this way,â she said softly.
Wesâs lips firmed. âThe public and the TV stations want the perfect couple. That us. You balk and thereâs a good chance our popularity, and thus our income, will suffer.â His arm waved expansively around the kitchen that had imported Italian tile and hand-blown chandeliers. âAre you willing to throw this all away?â
Instead of answering, Madison glanced around the room. They lived in a custom-built home, purchased mostly with her money. Four thousand square feet of living space in an exclusive gated community with its own golf course and lake, a four-car garage, a professionally landscaped and maintained yard, a miniature practice golf area for Wes, and separate offices for each. But what good was all that luxury when they were living a lie?
âMadison.â Wesâs voice softened to a croon when she remained silent. âWe have a lot more than most of our friends and associates.â
And a lot less, she started to say, but didnât. Sheâd drifted away from her close women friends because friends shared and she hadnât wanted anyone to know about her disintegrating marriage. While her career had skyrocketed, her personal life had taken a nosedive. Her many friends had stopped calling when she kept making excuses not to go out with them. They probably thought she was on an ego trip.
Looking back, she honestly didnât know if their successful careers had been worth the sacrifices theyâd made. Once she had known who held her tomorrows. That seemed like such a long time ago. Now, the only thing she was sure of was that she couldnât continue with all the false pretenses. Wes had his dreams and she had hers. They just werenât the same anymore. âWesââ
âPlease, donât say no,â he interrupted quickly, as if anticipating her answer. âJust think about it. The station is contacting a realtor about finding us a place. Iâd appreciate you flying up with me. The head of the station has invited us to dinner at his house to meet some of the key people.â
âAnd it wouldnât look right if you went without the other half of the perfect couple, would it?â she asked, aware of the biting sarcasm in her voice.
Wes said nothing, merely stared at her. He could rebuke more skillfully with a look than others could with a thousand hurtful words.
âSorry.â
He reached out and ran his hand down her arm. âYouâve been working hard to finish up the season. I understand. Why donât we forget it for the time being? Iâll take you to Oliverâs for dinner.â
The Italian restaurant was her favorite. âWe havenât been there together in over a year.â
âIâm sorry for that, but that just points out the importance of us taking the offer. Weâll have more time together,â he cajoled, and stood. âAll Iâm asking is that you keep an open mind.â
Madison stared up into his handsome face