Chapter Ten
Esme was caught in Leo’s eyes. Correction, King Leo’s eyes. He was gazing down at her like something from a storybook. Just the simple brush of his fingers had sent shivers down her spine, just like she’d read about. Holy elves, was she falling in love? Was she living her own real live storybook romance and with a King, no doubt?
He’d come to her rescue not one, but two times all in one day. Sure the last rescue was flour induced. But heck, they counted. Kitchen disasters were the true danger of the twenty-first century woman. Just ask Gretel.
There was definitely something there. She was fooling herself to think otherwise. There was an attraction. One he clearly hadn’t been expecting, but she could tell he felt it too by the lingering looks, by the tingle she knew they both
