"Melissa, get some rest," Alexander coaxed her gently as he held her, though his mind had drifted to Phoebe.
If she hadn't said those irritating words earlier, he wouldn't have left her to come to Melissa.
"Alex," Melissa murmured, tightening her arms around his waist, her face buried against his solid chest.
"You're not upset that I told Phoebe about our engagement, are you?"
"Of course not." Sooner or later, she was bound to find out.
"Then, when will we get married?"
Her question caught him off guard, making him pause. He softened his tone to soothe her. "I've been really busy lately. We'll talk about it later."
"Are you...?"
"Go to sleep!" All he wanted now was for her to fall asleep so he could quickly go and deal with Phoebe.
Melissa's face stiffened for a brief second, but
