"Sweet Melon," Adam murmured as he leaned over the table, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement as he watched Melody huff away angrily, "I didn't expect you to use me."
Melanie looked up from her coffee cup, arched a brow before rolling her eyes at him. "Use you? What are you talking about? When did I use you?"
He leaned back in his chair, arms relaxed, the faintest smirk curving his lips. "Uh huh. Here you are, sitting pretty and flirting shamelessly with me… trying to rile up Melody, push her buttons, get her to crack and admit she's not you. Come on, admit it. That's the plan, isn't it?"
Melanie grinned then, unbothered that he had already guessed her plan. "Well, it wasn't my original plan. But when I noticed her expression last night and then this morning… let's just say it started looking like a pretty useful one. Of course, I'll need you to cooperate with me and..."
