Melanie walked out of the shower with a deep frown etched across her face. Her instincts were practically screaming at her to march right over to the room next door and drag Adam out by the collar. It was ridiculous, she knew it.
She was well aware that he would never fall for Melody's tricks, he wasn't that foolish, not after everything that had happened. But now that she had seen him again, touched him even for that brief moment, stood close enough to feel the warmth of him, she could barely stop herself.
Her pulse was still racing, heart tugging in directions she didn't want to admit. She reached up to unwrap the towel from her damp hair when a sudden knock at the door made her pause mid-motion. She froze, her brows knitting together. Who could that be at this hour?
Could it be Marianne Thomas? The woman had almost insisted that she sleep with her. What if she came over to try and convince her again.
