Leila’s heart skipped, and she closed her eyes. This man had a knack for scaring her. Opening her eyes, she shut the laptop and tilted her head in his direction. He rested his hands on the top of the couch, revealing the hem of his sleeves to her. They were dark from the water. Did he dip his clothes into the sink?
“How did it go?” she asked.
He stood taller, like he was about to give an important announcement. His enthusiasm had her crossing her legs underneath her.
“I didn’t break any plates,” he announced. She almost clapped but felt the sense of more to come. “And I now know how to use a broom.”
Her finger drummed against the corner of her lips. “But you didn’t break any plates?”
“I broke a mug.” Her mouth fell open, and his eyes tinged with a challenge. Good thing he bought th
