Melanie glanced at the man sitting opposite her and arched a brow. "So, are we just going to sit here glaring at our coffees, or is there something more you'd like to get off your chest? About why you wanted to meet here?"
Max exhaled slowly at that as his fingers tightened around his cup, "Honestly, Melanie, I'd rather glare at my coffee than have this conversation with anyone. It really should be between...
"Do both. Keep glaring at your coffee and start by telling me how Madam Emma Pierce suddenly turned into your older sister. Different surnames, no resemblance that I can see, it doesn't add up. As for it being between her and Adam, you know that is impossible"
