Gael
I
stood outside Leigh’s door, patiently waiting for her to answer my knock, but it had been several minutes and the answer hadn’t come. I shifted to my other foot, worry starting to edge out my patience. Should I poke my head in? What if she was sick again?
“She’s not in there,” Lucien said, startling me from my concentration.
“Damn, you people are jumpy this morning. Leigh did the same thing when I told her good morning. Must be in the air.” He took a long sip of his coffee, and I resisted the urge to punch him for knowing where Leigh was when I didn’t.
I must have growled, because he took a pointed step back.
“Where is she?”
“Looked like she was heading to work out. Have you seen that sports bra? Hot damn.” He bobbed his head with that last line, and I saw red.
My hand was a
