Watching Evan Fairchild's back, Melody Monroe thought she must be dreaming. Evan cooking for her, making her soup... he was pampering her like the heroine of a novel.
Ever since that unexpected encounter with Yasmine Scott, she had been filled with a constant sense of unease. Yasmine was a character who was supposed to appear in the main plot, but she had shown up in this world ahead of schedule.
Given Yasmine Scott's hatred for the original owner of this body, there was no way she would let things go.
'I wonder if Evan has looked into the original owner's past. Does he know about her history with the Scott Family?'
'And I don't know if I should tell Evan the truth—that I'm not the original owner, but a lingering soul from another world.'
'If I told him that, would he think I'm crazy?'
...
The rain continued to fall in a soft drizzle. Melody Monroe and Ian were sitting on the balcony off the study with a small coffee table between them, on which a pot of rose tea was steeping.
