Connor drove up front, unusually well-behaved.
Leslie was curled up with her head resting on Broderick's thigh, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully in a position she clearly found comfy.
Broderick glanced down at her.
There was the faintest smile tugging at the corners of her lips-like she was wrapped up in a dream she didn't want to wake from.
Something in his gaze softened almost instinctively.
When she wasn't making a fuss, Leslie was surprisingly quiet and sweet.
Just like the first time he saw her.
But once she was awake... well, that was a different story.
The car rolled to a stop in front of Starcrest Manor. Connor peeked back at Broderick, waiting for a word.
Broderick waved him off. "That's it. You can go."
"Yes, sir." Connor answered respectfully.
