Melody woke up to the sound of James’ voice coming from the other room. She heard another voice that she almost recognized, then heard James again. She rolled over and found the clock. To her dismay, she discovered it was four-thirty in the morning.
Moving slowly, she rolled out of bed and rubbed her temples. The headache there felt slight, and she knew it wasn’t worse because James had her so relaxed by the time she fell asleep. Her arm ached where the bullet grazed it, but it was just an annoying pain and nothing major.
He’d brought her to his—to their apartment and made her eat a bowl of soup, then he ran her a hot bath, lighting scented candles in the bathroom. She’d sipped on a cup of spearmint tea while she soaked, and when she found herself nearly dozing off in the tub, he’d made
