CHAPTER THIRTY
## MELINDA
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, then focused on the tray sitting on my nightstand. A silver coffee pot, a single cup, cream and sugar arranged precisely beside it.
I sat up, pulling the covers around me. Nobody had come into my room while I was sleeping. I would have heard them. But the coffee was still steaming, which meant someone had been here recently, had moved quietly enough not to wake me.
The door to my bedroom was slightly ajar. I got out of bed and walked over, peeking into the hallway. Empty. Whoever had brought the coffee was already gone.
I poured myself a cup and took a sip. It was perfect, exactly the way I preferred it, stronger than the blend the kitc
