Bryce looked up, hiding the trace of gloom in his eyes, then glanced at Miles, giving him a look that clearly said: your turn.
Miles had too much pride for this crap. Ask Leslie to join them for afternoon tea? Yeah, not happening. Even though the spread looked so good he was practically drooling.
Out of nowhere, Leslie waved him over. "Miles, come sit. We're all family here-no point playing polite."
He peeked at Olivia, who was already stuffing her cheeks with food. With her naturally round face, she looked like a real-life dumpling now.
Bryce leaned forward with a grin. "What about me?"
His butt still kind of hurt from the earlier fall. This woman had definitely gotten bolder.
Leslie, feeling generous all of a sudden, waved lazily. "Fine. You may take a seat."
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