Raising her head, she saw those deep, rugged features, the delicate brows and eyes, meticulously crafted, each stroke was the most familiar to her.
"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne's voice carried a sense of dependence and helplessness that collapsed in an instant. Her legs instinctively tightened around his firm, expertly built waist, and her arms tightened as she embraced the man who had suddenly appeared before her.
"Were you upset?" Jared Quinn's fingers brushed over her nose. Seeing her on the verge of tears, his anger surged, and his first instinct was that someone here had upset her!
"No," Melody Thorne's legs clamped tighter around his waist. She raised her head, her clear eyes filled with a thin layer of mist, "I thought you wouldn't come."
She thought he would come to find her, but as the days passed, he appeared only now. Melody Thorne thought Jared Quinn might not come at all.
