The two of them locked eyes for a long moment. Then finally, Broderick smiled at Leslie.
His smile was... sweet. Really sweet.
Leslie had never seen any guy smile like that-so warm, so clear, so sincere, it made him look practically boyish.
That smile reminded her-Broderick was only twenty-three. On a college campus, he'd still be that fresh-faced guy turning heads. The only reason he looked so serious most of the time was because life had forced that on him. It wasn't that he was cold; he just had too much to carry.
Leslie, honestly? Got totally sucker-punched by that smile.
She dropped her gaze, sneaking a look at him through her lashes.
There he was, standing at the base of the tree. There she was, sitting up in the branches. Their eyes met again-it felt like time fr
