<strong>Mordecai ~ about to seize up and throw a clot watching Madeline </strong><br/><br/>Mordecai entered and closed and locked the door behind him. He turned to her as she spoke. He shifted uncomfortably. His eyes darted everywhere trying to find a place to look that didn't send him into a raging fit.<br/><br/>He held back the bellow in his throat to a light muttering by supreme effort.<br/><br/>"oh...good," but inside he shook.<br/><br/>The corners of his smile twitched. His brows nit. "Uh, Madeline. The office door. Must be shut and locked all the .... Is that your Facebook page?"