*Amelia’s POV*

Adrian stepped into the open foyer warily, his eyebrows furrowed in a combination of admiration, apprehension, and vulnerability. He cautiously glanced from side to side as his shoes creaked against the hardwood floor.

I stood still, watching him as he stared at me. My body tensed up as he entered the room, my shoulders raised and my fists involuntarily clenched. I'd expected him to come in ready for a fight after I'd abruptly left him at the diner ...