Melanie's POV
Around two in the afternoon, Herbert suddenly announced a three o'clock meeting. Figured Archer was back in the office.
The second Archer walked into the conference room, I noticed he'd changed clothes—not the suit he was wearing this morning.
I couldn't help but let my mind race: he went to see sick Camille this morning, maybe he stayed to cuddle her until she fell asleep...
"Stop overthinking things," Frost's gentle voice snapped into my head, the comfort layered with slight impatience. "What he wears or who he's with—why do we care?"
Her voice felt like a soft, warm blanket, gently sweeping away the mess in my head, and the tension in my fingers eased a bit.
When I snapped out of it, I realized Archer was staring at me, totally cold.
The memory of his warmth toward
