He had a beautiful face, but he was rotten on the inside. Whatever initial spark of attraction I’d felt toward him was squashed by his ugly personality. Spinning on my heel, I marched toward the door, throwing it open and storming out without a backwards glance.
I made my way through the house to the front door, furious and disappointed that this opportunity turned out to be such a disaster.
As I passed by the living room door, a small movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Turning, I spotted an adorable, little girl peeking out around the doorframe. She had black hair and gray eyes just like Mr. Grave, but her gaze didn’t have any of the coldness his had.
“Hello,” I said with a grin. “Are you Megan?”
Nodding, the little girl smiled shyly and stepped out from behind
