Blake's POV
At four-thirty, there was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said, not looking up from my screen.
Melissa entered, closing the door behind her with a soft click that immediately put me on edge. There was no reason to close the door.
"I wanted to apologize," she said, moving to stand in front of my desk. "For this morning. Showing up unannounced was… wrong, and I acted unprofessional."
I finally looked up. She'd changed since this morning, or maybe I was just seeing her more clearly now. The navy dress with white dots had been replaced by something in bright blue that hugged her figure. Her hair was down instead of pinned up. Makeup freshly applied.
She was dressed for something other than work. Please God let her be going on a date.
"It was," I agreed, leaning back in my c
