Chapter 38
- Megan found him in the hallway looking windswept and charming with his nose red and scarf loosely looped around his neck as though he were posing for a magazine rather than tromping through a snowstorm—while holding on to an enormous box and with a duffel bag hanging off his shoulder.
- “Just—just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
- “Well, hello to you too,” he said dryly. “Can I come in?”