Broderick had been buried in work in his study for hours.
It wasn't until past midnight that he finally looked up and realized how late it was.
He stood up and headed back to the bedroom, pausing when he noticed the light spilling out from the hallway.
Was Leslie still up?
Broderick hesitated at the door for a moment before slowly turning the knob and pushing it open.
Leslie was in her pajamas, surrounded by a mountain of books.
She'd fallen asleep on the desk.
Broderick couldn't help but recall the intel he'd gotten-Leslie used to fail classes all the time.
She was never much into studying.
But now, was she really planning to buckle down?
He walked over quietly, stopping beside her.
She was sleeping on her side, long lashes casting faint shadows over her
