"Nope."
Broderick denied it, clearly uncomfortable.
He'd been running the family business since he was sixteen-saying the right thing to the right person had become second nature.
But lying to Leslie? That hit different.
After a second, he opened his mouth again. "Well, actually..."
Seeing how awkward he looked, Leslie just reached over and gently covered his mouth with her hand.
"Alright, Ricky. If you don't wanna talk about it, it's fine. Just tell me when you're ready, okay?"
Their car pulled up to the auction venue.
Leslie walked in with her arm hooked through Broderick's.
Everyone there was dressed to the nines, while Leslie had on no makeup and still looked striking-those bright features and unmistakable presence turned heads.
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