Had Joshua Harper done more than a cursory appreciative look at her outfit, or had made some stupid guy comment about “having two tall blondes for lunch,” Melanie would have asked him to leave the condo before nightfall.
But he hadn’t.
Instead, he’d cut straight to the first thing between them. No comment about last night, no leer because he’d seen her in a state of déshabillé that few men ever had. And he’d offered to move out rather than asking if he could stay. Obviously a friend of both Angelo and Perrin, the latter opinion carrying a surprising amount of weight…
Melanie looked again at Perrin in surprise to see if she’d reacted, but she was still doing that cheerful, exuding-joy-at-the-whole-world thing she did so well. She was still the same woman; so whatever had shifted had be
