Chapter 18
His name was Lleyton Michael Harrington III and, as it turned out, he was already inured in the Belle Diet that guaranteed weight loss to everyone except its creator.
“This is just delicious, Belle,” Lleyton said, gamely shoveling in forkful after forkful of the relatively unadorned greens that must’ve terrified the accompanying grilled shrimp into cowering at the bottom of the plate. “You must give me the recipe for the dressing for my mom.”
Jade eyed him to see if the preceding statement contained the slightest hint of ironic inflection. But no, no, Lleyton really seemed to be relishing everything.
It had been so long—a lifetime, it seemed—since Jade was seventeen that he had forgotten what it was like to be a besotted teenage boy. Perhaps he had never been such a boy. And
