Rose POV

I was in the middle of a deep sleep when the knock came.
It was soft at first, like maybe I had imagined it. But then it came again—firmer, deliberate.

I groaned, rolling over, wondering who in the world would be at my door this late. My mind immediately went to Martha; she’d said she might stop by. Maybe she forgot her key again.

Dragging my blanket off, I shuffled to the door.

The moment I opened it, my breath caught.

Luther.


Standing there, looking unfairly handsome ...