Chapter 72

• Alexander Steel had just finished his morning workout in his private gym. His shirt clung to him, drenched with sweat, and his chest rose and fell heavily as he grabbed a towel to wipe his face. The faint hum of the treadmill still filled the room when the sharp sound of the doorbell rang.
• He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was still early. Tossing the towel aside, he strode to the door and pulled it open.
• His eyes softened instantly. Standing there was Melanie, her arms folded, her face unreadable.