Regret enveloped her as she closed her eyes, yet reconciliation eluded her. Summoning courage, she seized his hand.

The warmth of her palm against his hand nearly elicited a tremor from Marcus.

His gaze lingered on her.

Abruptly, Melissa's voice quivered as she whispered, "Stop being angry, alright?"

The night had been cold, and she felt wretched.