Chapter5

#Chapter5

/"I’m not making any.../" Melody put her hand to her cheek which was starting to get wet.

Fantastic, she had started crying from a few drops of coffee on her blouse. She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl.

/"So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride./"

/"Don’t mess with my head sir,/" Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto.

The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it.