CHAPTER 17

          Wrapped in Chance’s dinner jacket, Melora was standing before the vast expanse of glass staring out at the light bright cityscape surrounding the penthouse apartment. She was waiting to hear Chance say something, acknowledge what has been said at the party.

          They’d left the event together, fingers twined, allowing a photographer the opportunity to snap a picture as they walked towards the car, knowing a counterpart would be staked out at Chance’s apartment building as well. He behaved like they were together since forever.

          Melora’s heart had been racing, her stomach was upside down. Melora was looking in the night, trying to calm down while waiting for Chance to make his move, to tell her what was really going on between them.

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