The car pulled up in front of a well-known Western restaurant.
Leslie snapped out of her thoughts-was Broderick bringing her here to eat first?
The corners of her lips lifted slightly as she got out of the car, reaching out to take his hand.
She was still wearing his blazer. The sleeves were way too long, and the hem fell low enough to cover her hips completely.
Broderick gave her hand a quick squeeze before letting go. "Raise your arms."
"Oh, okay."
She obediently did as told.
This little spitfire who acted so wild outside, always turned into a total sweetheart in front of him. Almost like if he asked for her life, she'd hand it over without blinking.
Broderick quietly rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slim wrists.
Leslie watched him seriously, her smile so
