Chapter 62

• Melanie was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she heard the knock on the door. She frowned and checked the time—barely eight in the morning. She sighed, dragging herself up from the bed. Before she could get to the door, Margaret had already answered it.
• Standing there with a ridiculous grin and a single fresh flower in his hand was none other than Alexander Steel.
• "Good morning," he said brightly, handing the flower to Margaret, who didn’t quite know what to do with it.