Margot POV
I opened the door at the exact moment his voice carried up the stairs, low and controlled.
“Don’t let her cook for me again. What the hell were you thinking?”
I froze with my hand on the knob.
Melanie’s answer was too quiet to catch, but the hurt in it was clear.
Footsteps moved away.
I eased the door shut and leaned against it, my heart beating too hard against my ribs.
Of course. That was the only possible ending.
He’d eaten the food.
That was already more than I should have hoped for.
Wanting a reaction on top of it was just greed.
The next morning Melanie wouldn’t meet my eyes.
I pretended nothing had happened and headed for the bike in the garage.
Henry stopped me in the courtyard while he was watering the roses.
“A word, ma’am.”
I already knew I didn’t want
