Page 35 of Love is a Harmony
Marriage.
It once seemed like a world-changing word to her, like it was the one thing that started and stopped her life. When she married Justin, she’d been so happy imagining a future for the two of them.
And when he died, when in a single day she went from married to not, it stopped everything.
This wouldn’t be real, but maybe that was okay. It was for a bigger purpose, one outside herself.
For them.
As if he could sense her thinking of him, Noah’s eyes slid open, fixing her with a sleepy stare.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hello.” One corner of his mouth hooked up. “Are you watching me sleep, Mel? Isn’t that a little smarmy?”
A grin stretched across her face. “Maybe if I had any clue what smarmy meant.”
His smile widened. “Creepy, love. It means creepy.”
“Oh, then, no. I don’t believe I’m being smarmy. Can I talk to you?”
“Now? The sun isn’t even up.”
“Please.” She didn’t want to lose her nerve. Very few things in life made her nervous anymore. She spent her days dealing with unruly rock stars and media personnel.
But Noah Clarke… he’d always made an energy buzz along her skin.
He untwisted himself from Stella, leaving her sleeping as he approached Mel. “I promised I wouldn’t leave her.”
“This will only take a moment.”
She steadied her breathing as she turned and walked out into the hall. Moonlight filtered in through large windows, casting the white walls in a silver glow.
Melanie didn’t turn on the lights. If she did, she feared Noah would see too much.
He stepped close, too close. “What’s wrong?”
She lifted her eyes to his, her stomach twisting in knots. “I’ll do it.” The words came out so softly he didn’t hear them. She cleared her throat. “I’ll...”
“Is Melanie Snyder nervous?” He grinned, his teeth flashing in the dark. “You really have lost the plot. Never thought I’d see the day.”
She swatted his chest. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“I’ll marry you.”
That shut him up. His mouth opened and closed, no words escaping.
“Noah, you and Stella belong together, and if I can make that happened, I—”
He pressed his lips to hers, cutting off anything else she’d had to say. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Noah pushed her back until her butt hit the wall, his lips never leaving hers.
Melanie’s mind screamed at her. This was Noah, one of her clients. It was her job to handle his scandals with women, not create one.
And yet, as his lips pressed harder into hers, as one of his arms wrapped around her waist to draw her against him, she let out a sigh.
