“Ugh. Pretty sure my butt is permanently numb from sitting so long,” Melody said, stretching. “What time is it?”

“A bit after ten,” Daveed said, glancing at his watch. They’d been back at the condo, working on deciphering that note from Aileen for the last four hours. Heath had also emailed over a few more of the cryptic messages they’d discovered lodged inside Murphy’s sister’s books. He had to admit he was impressed with Melody, and not just because of those killer legs she had tucked beneath her again. She’d managed to find a few more words in those mangled missives—things that seemed to go along with the original “corruption”—like illegal, fraud, deception, and software. There were also the words one-hundred twenty-four and west fifty-second.

“It’s an address, I think,” Melody said. Unfortunately, though, none of it made much sense without more information on what Aileen had been doing just before her disappearance.

Sighing, Daveed tossed down his pen and rubbed his eyes, yawning. Their meal at the café had been good, but he was hungry again. After a good stretch, he stood and walked over to the kitchen. There wasn’t much in the fridge. He’d planned to go shopping the day Melody had shown up and never made it. Closing the fridge, his gaze caught on a stack of menus stuck to the side of the refrigerator with a magnet.

“You hungry?” he asked Melody over his shoulder. “It’s not too late to order takeout.”

She laughed. “I will never turn down food. What do you want to get?”

“Hmm.” He grabbed the menus and went over them as he bent over the breakfast bar. “Looks like there’s pizza, subs, Chinese, Indian, and Middle Eastern.”

“Oh, let’s do the Middle Eastern,” she said, joining him. “I’ve never had it before. What’s good?”

“Well.” He skimmed the assortment of falafel, shawarma, and hummus then pointed out what he thought would make good starter choices for a newbie. “Let’s do a rotisserie lamb shawarma platter with tahini, pita bread and salad. An order of falafel balls and hummus on the side, and a couple of baklava for dessert. That way we can share and you can try a little bit of everything. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.” She took a seat on one of the stools while he called in their order. Man, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had food from his homeland. The restaurant they were ordering from wasn’t far from the condo and was supposed to be one of the best Middle Eastern restaurants in the city, with a high rating from Zagats. But Daveed had been so busy helping Heath and Murph lately that he just hadn’t gotten around to getting down there yet. After he hung up the phone, he put the menus back. “They said half an hour.”

“Cool.” Melody looked around. “So, how long have you been staying here?”

“Since I got back to the States two months ago. I don’t really have a place in New York to crash and Heath offered the condo, so here I am.”

“Hmm. Doesn’t look like you’ve added any personal touches of your own around here.”

“Why would I?” He gave her a confused look. “I’m not planning on staying here long term.”

Melody met his eyes at last, her pretty blue gaze making him feel far more vulnerable than he liked. “Don’t you get lonely? Being so far away from your homeland? Don’t you ever long for a piece of it, even if it’s just tiny or temporary?”

Suddenly, her choice of dinner menu made a lot more sense. “Is that why you wanted Middle Eastern food? Because you thought it would make me feel better?”

Her little shrug caused a fresh wave of warmth inside him. The fact she’d cared at all about his feelings touched him. Most people never gave him two thoughts, or if they did, he kept them firmly at bay using his barriers of politeness and reserve. But somehow, this kooky, kind, surprisingly thoughtful woman had managed to breech all his defenses and see inside to the real him.

“Maybe. But I really did want to try the food though too,” she said at last, flashing him a guilty smile. “I’ve heard that moussaka and tahdig are really delicious.”

Daveed chuckled. “Moussaka is Greek and tahdig is Persian crunchy fried rice, not at all related to my country’s food. But yes, they are both quite tasty.”

Pink color suffused her cheeks and he had the insane urge to reach out and stroke her velvety-looking skin, to the feel the heat of her, to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked. He even went so far as to reach across the bar toward her before he caught himself and pulled his hand back. Shocked, he turned back toward the kitchen and began to pull out plates and silverware for them.

By the time the food arrived, he’d almost gotten his thudding heart rate back under control. Almost. They set their dinner out on the breakfast bar, then sat side by side to fill their plates.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to tell me what everything is because I have no idea. It all smells amazing though.”

“Yes, it does.” He pointed to the shawarma first. “Okay, so this is basically like a Greek gyro, but with Middle Eastern spices. The meat is thin-sliced rotisserie roasted lamb and it’s served with veggies and tahini sauce wrapped in warm pita bread.”

“Sounds yummy.” She grabbed half of the sandwich and put it on her plate. “What’s next?”

“Next we have the falafel balls.” Daveed put one on each of their plates. “These are made from ground chickpeas, onions, garlic, parsley and spices then rolled into a ball and deep fried. You can eat them inside pita bread too or just on their own.”

“Awesome.” She pointed to the bowl of hummus. “And that’s dip?”

“Yep. This is made with chickpeas also, mixed with spices and garlic, tahini, olive oil, lemon juice and salt. Typically, in my homeland, people dip wedges of pita bread into it and eat it like salsa and chips.” To demonstrate, he took a wedge of bread and dipped it into the bowl then shoved it into his mouth. The vibrant flavors of the spices and beans filled his mouth and reminded him of home. She’d been right. He had missed this. Not that he’d tell her that though. “Now you try.”

“Okay.” She did the same as him, her eyes widening as she got her first taste of his homeland. “Wow! That’s incredible. I love it.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled as they started eating. After several bites, he got up and grabbed them each an ale from the fridge, opening them both before setting one in front of her. She’d given him a piece of his life back that he hadn’t even known he missed and he wanted to give her something in return. “You did very well today. With deciphering those notes. Thank you.”

Her blush returned and she avoided his gaze. “It wasn’t a big deal. I’m sure anybody could’ve done it.”

Curious, he didn’t let the matter drop, even though it was obvious that was what she wanted. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” she asked around a bite of shawarma.

“Brush off compliments about your intelligence.” He swallowed a bite of falafel and washed it down with a swig of ale before continuing. He wasn’t quite sure why, but it felt important for him to know more about her, about what had made her into the woman she was today. She truly had impressed him. From what she’d told him, her educational history wasn’t anything to write home about, yet she was smart and she was a fast learner—both important qualities in his line of work. “Tell me why you can’t accept nice things said about you.”

She gave another small shrug. “I don’t know.” She pushed a corner of pita bread around in the hummus on her plate and frowned. “I guess maybe it stems from when I was a kid and my mom told me that I didn’t have to be smart because I was pretty. That my looks would take me a lot farther than my brain ever would in life.” She gave a sad little laugh. “Of course, I idolized her back then, so I took her words to heart. It’s funny, in a twisted sort of way. Before we had that conversation, I always wanted to be a marine biologist.”

“Really?” he watched her over the rim of his bottle. “What made you choose that?”

“Too many Flipper reruns on cable, I think.” She laughed and the sound shimmered through the air around him like sunshine. “Anyway, once my mom told me that, I let my studies slide. After a while, I gave up on that dream altogether, figuring my grades wouldn’t be good enough anyway, so why even try? At that point my parents started talking about how they’d marry me off to a nice rich boy someday.” Melody took a long gulp of her ale then shook her head. “Heath came into the picture a few years later and the rest is history. You know, I think my parents were way more devastated by my running off to Tahiti than I was. After all, they always loved Heath more than they loved me.”

“Nonsense,” Daveed scoffed, his stomach full at last and the alcohol taking the edge off nicely. “You are their child, their flesh and blood. Of course they loved you more.”

She slid off her stool to help him clear the bar and put away their leftovers. “Maybe. Doesn’t really matter now anyway. What I’m most worried about is Heath hating me for what I did. I never meant to hurt him or embarrass him at all. That was never my intention. It was just that he was gone so much, being in the Navy and all.” She straightened from setting the bowl of hummus in the fridge and her arm brushed Daveed’s. Sparks ignited in his blood stream like a match to gasoline and he clenched his hands at his sides to keep from pulling her into his arms. It was the sad look on her face. He’d always been a sucker for women needing comfort. That had to be it. She continued talking, as if completely unaware of the sizzling chemistry between them. “Then when Heath kept re-enlisting, even when he didn’t have to, I figured he was doing it to get away from me. Not exactly a confidence booster. So, one night a girlfriend invited me to go with her to see one of Jefferson’s plays and later we went backstage to meet him, and well, you know the rest.”

“I’m sorry you were feeling unloved,” he said, his gruff words startling him as much as her, if her shocked expression was any indication. He’d not meant to say that out loud. Maybe the alcohol was hitting him harder than he’d thought tonight. Daveed cleared his throat and moved away from her, putting some distance between them. “And I’m sure having it all play out in the tabloids didn’t help either.”

* * *

“No, it didn’t,” Melody said, rubbing her arms as she exhaled. “Didn’t help my public persona either. Now everyone sees me as nothing but a crazy ditz who runs off with virtual strangers in the middle of the night.”

“Nah,” Daveed said, frowning. “I’m sure they don’t think that.”

She gave him a flat look.

“Okay, fine. Maybe they do.”

“You did.”

At least he had the decency to cringe a bit at her candor. The fact he owned up to his biases about her only made her like him more for some insane reason. Daveed looked away and ran a hand through his thick brown hair. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

He shrugged those broad shoulders of his beneath that soft flannel shirt and she dug her fingers into her biceps to keep from reaching out and sliding her hands beneath the material to feel every ripple and sinew of his body. Daveed cleared his throat and gave her a self-effacing smile. “I admit that when you first showed up, all I could think was here’s that flakey rich chick from the tabloids who dumped my best friend.”

“And now?” she asked, leaning against the counter across from him. “What do you think of me?”

“Well.” He gave her a slow head-to-toe appraisal that curled her toes against the hardwood floor. “Other than your lack of common sense and your appalling housekeeping and cooking skills, I’d say you’re all right.”

“Just all right?”

“Good. You’re good.” His slow smile caused a warm tingle in her core. “Better than good, actually. I mean you have helped me figure out those words from Aileen’s notes, which is the first clue that we’ve gotten in a while. And now I have an address to check out tomorrow.”

“You mean we have an address to check out. I know that building. It’s an office high-rise. My father’s law firm is in there, and there’s a couple of other global corporations with headquarters on a couple of the floors. One’s a financial firm, I think, and the other’s some energy technology development company.”

“I’m going alone.” He shook his head and straightened. “I might appreciate your ‘creative’ approach to life, but I don’t want you tagging along and getting in the way of my investigation.”

“You’re making a mistake,” she said, following him out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “Going as a couple will look a lot less obvious, even to an office building. We can make up some excuse about getting lost while we were Christmas shopping or something. If worse comes to worse, I can say I’m there to check on something for my father.” When he didn’t say anything, just walked around the room shutting off the lights, her whine grew. “C’mon. You can’t leave me here by myself. What if Heath shows up? What if I decide to cook again and burn the whole place down? What if—”

He faced her at last, standing so close she could feel the heat of him penetrating her shirt. “Fine. We’ll go first thing in the morning. Don’t be late, and don’t make me regret my decision.”

She did her best not to and at nine sharp the next morning they stood outside the sleek metal and glass building at 124 West 52^nd Street. Melody squinted up at the brass number above the glass revolving doors, her nerves on edge. “Will Heath and Murphy be here too?”

“No,” Daveed said, turning up the collar of his black wool coat against the stiff breeze gusting off the Hudson River. “I want to check this place out myself first to make sure it’s credible before bringing them in. Murph’s got enough on his mind right now, and Heath’s still doing damage control.”

The edge in his voice reminded her that she wasn’t completely out of the woods yet where his trust was concerned. She shivered under his frosty stare. The forecast was for more snow later that day, and from the icy chill, Melody didn’t doubt it. Her tension eased a bit at the news she and Daveed would be alone for their search of the building. Not that she didn’t need to see Heath again, if only to explain what happened with Jefferson. But she wanted the meeting to take place on her terms so she could be as prepared as possible for what was sure to be an awkward as hell situation.

“Right.” She twined her arm through his and pasted on a wide, fake smile. They’d settled on a happy couple lost while doing their holiday shopping and she intended to look the part. She’d even brought along a couple of shopping bags from Saks and Bergdorf’s full of things from her suitcase to complete the ruse. “Let’s do this then.”

Inside the lobby, weak sunshine filtered through the glass ceiling of the soaring atrium and people in business attire milled about. A quite hum of conversation rode atop the low thrum of carols from the overhead sound system. Four huge Christmas trees bedecked in tasteful garlands and ornaments of gold and silver sat in each corner of the enormous space and four escalators ran up and down from the center. Before them sat a huge security desk, which luckily appeared to be empty at the moment.

“C’mon,” she said, tugging him toward the escalators. “Before they stop us.”

Daveed gave her a side glance then followed her toward the bottom of the escalators. They passed by a large sign declaring that all visitors past that point must register at the security desk, but there still wasn’t a guard in sight, so they hurried up to the second floor amidst a crowd of other patrons. Once on the mezzanine, they wandered over to a large directory. Melody adjusted the large red picture hat on her head and searched the names of the companies. She’d wanted to hide her identity as much as possible while here, but still look sophisticated and chic. The hat perfectly matched her red Louboutin pumps and the Vuitton bag over her arm.

Daveed cursed low and adjusted the plaid Burberry scarf she’d insisted he wear around his neck. If she was going to play the part of bumbling heiress, then he needed to look like her doting fiancé. She could feel the tension in his body through the sleeve of his coat. “There’s too many companies in here to search before we get caught,” he said. “Aileen could’ve been investigating any of them. If I was alone, I could slip into the stairwell and move more freely.”

“If you were alone, you wouldn’t have even made it this far.” She cocked her chin toward the downstairs atrium, where the missing guards were now amassed around a single man in a plain trench coat who apparently had tried the same route around the security desk that they had. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been as lucky as Melody and Daveed. A uniformed officer promptly showed the man the door. “See, aren’t you glad you brought me, honey?”

He harrumphed and scowled at the directory. “Okay. Let’s start with the most likely culprits and work our way to the least. Which law office is your father’s?”

“That one.” She pointed a red-gloved finger toward the small brass plaque reading Baines, Monroe, and Walford. “Do you want to start there?”

“No. I’m saving that in case we get caught.” He took her hand and pulled her over to a wall of elevators. “We’ll start with the energy company first, since they take up the top floors, and work our way down.”

Two hours later, however, their snooping had turned up nothing. No one had seen or heard from Aileen. Melody had even used some of the acting skills she’d garnered during her time in the drama club at Vassar to pull attention away from Daveed so he could slip past the receptionist desk of the financial firm on the sixth floor and do a little checking through their computer appointment records to see if Aileen had ever been there. No sign of her within the last six months.

It was all rather disheartening, really. Shoulders slumped, Melody followed Daveed downstairs and past the security desk where the guards even wished them a merry Christmas. While they were waiting at the corner on the sidewalk outside to cross, Daveed’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and cursed softly again.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her breath now frosting on the air. “Bad news?”

“I suppose it’s in how you look at it.” He showed her the screen. “It’s from Heath. He’s at a pub about a block from here and wants to meet me for a briefing.”

“Oh.” All her nerves and stress from earlier rushed back like a tsunami, threatening to engulf her. Yes, she needed to see Heath and mend fences with him, if she could. But was she ready? From her shaking hands and tight chest, it didn’t feel like it. “I can catch a cab back to the condo then.”

“With what? Your good looks?” he asked, clicking off his phone and shoving it into his pocket before taking her hand again, the warm strength of his grip reassuring. “No. It’s time you face this matter with him and get it over with. If you explain what happened as you did to me, he won’t hate you.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, stumbling forward as the light turned green and he tugged her beside him.

“No. But I’ll be there with you, so no matter how things go, I’ve got your back, okay?”

* * *

They walked into Nessa’s thirty minutes later to find it still packed with people from the lunch crowd. Daveed scanned the crowd for his buddy, Heath. The place was a typical cozy Irish pub, with wood-lined walls and an array of draft beers and typical bar cuisine. The guys often hung here after work or to discuss some facet of this current mission in one of the dimly-lit, secluded back booths. It was in one of these that he spotted the top of Heath’s messy brown hair.

He started to tug Melody forward through the crowd. He still had a hold of her hand, and he didn’t want them to get separated in the chaos of people. That’s the excuse he was going with anyway.

“Wait,” she said from behind him, digging the stiletto heels of those expensive shoes of hers into the sticky hardwood floor and forcing him to stop and face her. With that big picture hat of hers and her matching red lips, she looked like some 1940s starlet who’d magically been transported to the modern day. Her forlorn expression was like a sucker punch to his heart.

Daveed frowned and stepped closer to her, bending close to her ear to be heard over the crowd. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for this yet.” She still had her pricey purse and shopping bags stuffed with things from her suitcase slung over her arm and they kept getting jostled by patrons squeezing by. He moved her a bit more to the side for privacy before she continued. Her pale brows knit and she stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze. “I know you said you had my back and all, but my parents aren’t talking to me, and the last thing my dad said to me was that if I don’t straighten out this mess with Heath then I won’t get a penny more from my trust fund and they’ll cut me out of their will.” Her breath caught and he fisted his hands at his side to keep from pulling her into his arms. “I can’t afford to screw this up too, just like I’ve done everything else.”

For a moment, Daveed just blinked at her, realizing that he needed to say something here—something uplifting and courage-bolstering—but not sure what that would be. In the end, he went with the truth. “Listen, I’ve admitted to being suspicious about you and your motives from the start. I’ve even admitted to believing all that tabloid trash that was printed about you. But I’m telling you now, you can do this. The woman who helped me figure out the code in those notes, the woman who snuck into the building with me today and bullshitted her way through security, that woman is smart and resourceful and worthy of respect.” He couldn’t quite believe he was saying this, but he was. “And if Heath can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you and you’re better off without him.”

She stared up at him, wide-eyed, as if what he was saying was in a foreign language. A part of him hated that she’d never been told by anyone that she deserved to be treated well. The other part of him, the part he wasn’t ready to think about too deeply, swore to show her just how much he appreciated her efforts from now on. On his family’s island, women were treated as equals—with the upmost admiration and opportunity. And he might be estranged from his homeland for the time being, but such things were ingrained in his blood, a part of his character.

“Right.” He took a deep breath to calm the rioting adrenaline in his system that seemed to fizz each time he allowed his gaze to drop to her soft pink lips. Kissing her now would be disastrous, with Heath sitting across the room. In truth, kissing her at all should’ve set off warning sirens in his head, but he didn’t have time to think about that now. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly and forced what he hoped was a polite smile. “Now, let’s get over there and make amends with your ex before it’s too late.”

She gave him a wary look but followed behind him this time. As they reached the edge of Heath’s booth, Daveed reluctantly let go of Melody’s hand and greeted his friend. “Hey, buddy. Sorry we’re late.”

“We’re?” Heath scowled then glanced back to where Melody stood just behind Daveed. “Aw, hell no.”

“Wait.” Daveed held up his hands in a placating gesture. He’d never thought his skills as a terrorism negotiator would come in handy in midtown Manhattan, but holiday miracles never ceased, it seemed. “Please. She’s been most helpful to me in deciphering Aileen’s notes and also in my investigation earlier today. Listen to what she has to say before you rush to judgment. That’s all I ask.”

Heath gave him a peeved stare, his gaze flickering from Daveed to the spot where Melody now clutched his arm. Daveed could feel her trembling behind him and wished he could do something to comfort her, but that would only make their tenuous situation worse. He also didn’t miss the flicker of incredulousness in Heath’s eyes when he met Daveed’s gaze again. They’d worked enough missions together across the Middle East to have a visual shorthand. And right now, Heath’s eyes all but screamed so-you’ve-got-the-hots-for-my-ex-girlfriend.

Ignoring his sudden urge to throttle his best friend for automatically thinking the worst of him, Daveed helped Melody into the booth on the opposite side from Heath, then slid in beside her. His thigh brushed hers, but instead of pulling away, he left his leg there, hoping to convey a bit of comfort through the covert touch. He wasn’t sure why that was so important to him, but it was.

“I don’t want her here.” Heath took a long swig off his bottle of ale. “This is a private matter.”

“And as I’ve said, she’s been helping me with Aileen’s notes. She’s already involved.”

Daveed loved Heath like one of his own brothers, but damn. The man could be a stubborn ass when he wanted to be. From his sullen expression and slumped posture, he wasn’t prepared to give an inch. And yeah, Daveed could understand him being pissed about the break-up, not to mention the way it was splashed all over hell and back by the media, but the venom in Heath’s tone seemed a tad too much, especially after Melody had told him that their marriage was little more than one of convenience. Heath couldn’t have loved Melody. Hell, he’d barely even spent any time with her over the last few years. So, it had to have been his pride that was hurt. He decided to appeal to that instead. “Listen, I know you’re upset and you have every right to be. But at least hear her out. She wants to apologize.”

He gave Melody’s leg a slight nudge under the table.

Her pale cheek was barely visible from beneath the wide brim of her scarlet hat, but even that small view allowed him to see the slight gray tinge to her normally creamy complexion. She was terrified. Without thinking, he reached his hand out under the table and took her icy fingers with his, rubbing them with his thumb for encouragement.

Heath raised a brow in her direction. “I’m waiting.”

Melody swallowed hard. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Brilliant. Is that all you have to say?” His sharp tone had Daveed giving his buddy a pointed stare. He knew Heath had a temper, which he kept under tight wraps. But he also knew the man had a sense of honor that usually overrode everything else. The fact that he was being so rude to his ex-fiancée spoke volumes to the level of anger and hurt inside the guy. “What about how you dragged my name through the muck in the tabloids? How about an apology for running off with that crappy actor to some love nest in Tahiti? How long were you fucking him behind my back, huh?”

Melody visibly flinched under the harsh words, and Daveed clasped her hand tighter for support. She squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply. “You’re right. And I deserved that. No words can tell you how sorry I am about what happened that night with Jefferson Hanks. But believe me, nothing happened between us. He’s… he’s gay.”

Heath snorted. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Did you call the press before or after you decided to elope?”

“I didn’t call them at all.” She stiffened and met his gaze finally, a hint of pink tinging her pale cheeks, for which Daveed was glad. Maybe some of her fire was returning after all. “I had nothing at all to do with the tabloids acting like a pack of ravenous hyenas.”

Her blue eyes were sparkling with indignation now and Daveed didn’t think he’d ever seen a more glorious sight. Not that he’d tell her that. Or that he should even be thinking that right now. What the hell was wrong with him? Frowning, he stared down at the graffiti-carved tabletop again.

“Right.” Heath shook his head then downed the rest of his bottle of ale before hailing the waitress for another. Daveed took the opportunity to order himself a bottle too. Melody declined a drink. “Sorry, but I’m not an idiot,” Heath went on. “Look, I know our marriage wasn’t a typical love story, but I respected you. We had an agreement and I was ready to honor that. Then you went and screwed it all up without so much as a fuck-you to me. How exactly am I supposed to just get over that and move on, huh?”

She pulled her hand away from Daveed’s her rigid posture all but vibrating with anger now. “Hey, I get that you’re upset about being the brunt of the media’s jokes the past week or so, but why are you so angry at me? From the lack of communication, you couldn’t care less if I lived or died since our engagement. I’d think you’d be relieved the inconvenience of our marriage was taken off your hands. You never even came to look for me.”

Her raised voice drew the attention of several nearby patrons, but neither Melody nor Heath seemed to care at this point. Daveed thanked the waitress who dropped off his ale and Heath’s refill, feeling as out of place as a fart in church. He took a swig from his bottle, grateful for something to do as his best bud and Melody glared at each other over the table.

“Look for you?” Heath’s words held an edge of steel. “In case you hadn’t noticed I’m kind of busy right now searching for my friend Murphy’s missing sister.”

“Of course you are.” Melody crossed her arms, her expression mulish. “Because it’s always something with you, isn’t it? Always some reason why you can’t see me or spend time with me or even deign to acknowledge that I’m anything more than some stupid cow who’s waiting at home to spend your money and wear your ring. I came here to apologize and make amends for my mistakes, but you make it so difficult.”

“Oh, I make it difficult.” Heath shook his head. “That’s crazy. We both went into our relationship with open eyes. We understood each other, I thought. Then you went and changed the rules on me with no warning. I—”

Whatever he’d been going to say next was interrupted by the sound of camera shutters and bright flashes. Soon, the crowd of patrons around them was infested with paparazzi all vying to get the next great shot of the unhappy couple du jour.

“Again?” Heath growled across the table at Melody. “When the fuck will it be enough for you, huh?”

“I didn’t know they would be here, I swear…” she started, but it was too late. Heath was already on his feet and shoving his way toward the back of the bar and the exit there.

Visibly shaken, Melody cowered into the corner of the booth, doing her best to shield her face with her hat and her hands while Daveed’s protective instincts kicked into overdrive. Not knowing what else to do, he climbed out of the booth and helped Melody, then put his arm around her shoulders to pull her tight into his side. They needed a distraction, something to throw the media off the scent of this story, something to keep them at bay until he could get Melody out of here safely.

“What are we going to do?” she asked, staring up at him with fear in her eyes, and his brain snagged on the one solution that would seem to solve all their problems.

His gaze flickered to her lips a second before he lowered his head. “This.”

The kiss started soft and gentle, a tentative brush of their mouths together. But as soon as he tasted the slight sweetness of her strawberry lip gloss and felt her tremble, then yield beneath him, Daveed was lost. He turned slightly and cupped her cheek, stroking his tongue across her full bottom lip, seeking entry. She gasped and he slipped inside her mouth, discovering the sweetness did not stop with her lips. The room, the cameras, the jostling crowd all disappeared, leaving only him and Melody, a woman whose gentle curves and bright smile seemed to rock his entire universe.

All too soon, however, she pulled away, looking as stunned as he felt.

Forcing himself to regain his equilibrium despite the desire swirling through him, Daveed cleared his throat then looked around at the paparazzi. “Yep, that’s right. She’s my woman now.”

Amidst a flurry of questions from the press and more flashes from the cameras, he and Melody rushed out of the pub, his blood pounding loud in his ears and his heart thudding hard in his chest. He hailed a cab at the curb and helped Melody inside before climbing in behind her, feeling far more shaken by that brief kiss than he cared to admit.