Seeing Broderick come to a stop, Leslie glanced at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
He was still holding her hand.
Leslie lifted his hand slightly and gave it a light kiss, right on the back.
Her lips were soft, just a brief touch, but somehow it left a burning sensation, like a little spark that stubbornly refused to go out.
Broderick gently pulled his hand back and said calmly, "I've got an international meeting tonight. You go ahead and sleep-I'll be in the study."
He didn't even step into the bedroom.
Just as he turned to leave, Leslie reached out and tugged lightly at his sleeve.
He stopped, glancing back at her.
She had strikingly beautiful features, but it was her eyes that always got to him.
Those eyes could be playful, vivid, and when she smiled with them
