Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,38

better get you back out to Sasha. She might think I put you to work or something."

Bunny laughed. "As if..." She linked arms with Madison when she made her way out from behind her desk, and all Bunny could feel was bone. It seemed the girl had lost more weight than she realized. Her uniform did a good job hiding it.

Later that night, Bunny made a call to her son, hoping that there was something he could do. She knew there was something between the two of them; she just didn't know exactly what it was. She saw the looks Madison and Cameron exchanged each time they were near each other. She also noticed the challenging looks Thomas had thrown at Cameron during the charity events.

Cameron answered his phone on the second ring. "Mother? Is something wrong?" His mother never called when he was on tour. She didn't agree with the lifestyle he led on tour, so she chose to avoid it. If that meant not talking to her son for a couple of months, so be it.

"I'm not sure Cameron. It's about Madison," she started to tell him, before he interrupted.

"Madison! Is she okay? Did something happen to her?"

Bunny smiled, hearing the care and concern in his voice. So she was right after all, there were some feelings between them!

"I don't think it's anything major, but I believe she is just working herself too hard. Her sparkle has faded, and she has lost some weight. I'm worried she may end up in the hospital from exhaustion if she keeps up like this."

"She did sound tired the last time I talked to her, but she promised to start taking it easy," he told his mother, not thinking about how he was opening himself to a long list of questions.

Bunny raised an eyebrow. "When did you talk to her last?"

"It's been a while, probably too long. I think it was about three weeks ago, but I'm not exactly sure." He rubbed his forehead. "What can I do to help?"

"I'm not sure, dear. Maybe you should give her another call, try to talk her into slowing down a bit," she suggested, happy that she had made the call to her son.

"I was planning on calling her soon anyway, but things just get so hectic on the road." She heard him put his hand over the phone and talk to someone in the background. "I have to run Mother, but I will call to see if there's anything I can do."

"Thank you dear. I do hope you get through to her. And I hope that you are doing well," she told him. "I love you, son."

"You too, Mother. Bye." He hung up the phone, his thoughts on Madison and how he could help her out. But as his manager dragged him through the concert venue, his thoughts of Madison were lost, replaced by his mental preparation for the concert.

Madison fought to keep her eyes open as she sat in the Laundromat. She watched as her clothes spun in the dryer, around and around, almost mesmerizing her into slumber. Just as her head dropped forward, a loud shrilling noise jolted her. She looked all around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. She located her phone and flipped it open, not even looking at the call display.

"Hello, gorgeous," a familiar voice purred into her ear.

"Cameron?" She was surprised that he had called her again.

"Good guess. I'm glad there isn't another guy calling you on laundry night, calling you gorgeous." He laughed into the phone.

Madison's stomach flipped. She wondered if he really meant that or was just saying it to make conversation. "Nope, just you," she told him, realizing that she sounded a little sleepy. "How's everything going?"

"Not too bad, same old, same old. What about you?" he asked, not wanting to disclose that his mother had called, worried about her.

"The same, just working. We've been busier than I ever imagined. I think I owe much of that to your mother. I think she tells everyone she meets to come by and try the food," Madison laughed.

Cameron picked up on how hollow her laugh sounded. He could hear over the phone how tired she was, and he knew exactly what she needed. "Listen, I had a thought, and you really can't tell me no, because you owe me."

"I owe you?" Madison asked, suddenly annoyed with him. How could he think she owed him anything?

"Well, last time I saw you, I told you