A Jolt

"Good morning, my dear Melon."

Melanie grimaced at the all-too-familiar voice and the sound of hurried footsteps closing in behind her as she slowed her pace to a jog. Damn it. She had barely managed to rid herself of him last night, and yet, like an unshakable curse, here he was again, early in the morning.

Was it too late to pretend she hadn't heard him? Maybe she could suddenly develop selective hearing. Or better yet, she could act as if she were training for a marathon, pick up speed right now, and disappear around the corner? Yes, that was a solid plan—except she had hesitated a second too long.

Before she could make her escape, he was already beside her, falling into step easily.

"Is my fiancée ignoring me?" he asked with a pout! Which grown man could pout like that and not look ridiculous? Adam Collins! 

"Yes," Melanie deadpanned. "So please, be offended and leave."