Sienna cast a quick, cautious glance at Broderick.
He was brewing tea, poured himself a cup, and took a light sip. The pale green teacup sat snugly in his hand, making his slender, elegant fingers look even more refined-like they were carved from jade.
Almost without thinking, Sienna hit the speakerphone button.
Why did she feel like it wasn't actually her who wanted to make the call-maybe her big brother wanted it more? But as usual, he was too prideful to admit it. He'd always been the cold, hard-to-approach type, and this was his first real experience being in a relationship. No wonder he didn't know how to deal with Leslie.
And that whole "we're not fighting" line? Yeah, sure. They were totally fighting.
On the phone, Leslie's voice came through clear and calm, though
