By the time we were done swimming, the day had mellowed into something calmer. Leon went ahead to change, and when I stepped into his room later, the curtains were half-drawn, the light dim and soft.
He was sitting on the bed as he now dressed in a simple shirt and lounge pants while his iPad resting against his knees. His brows were drawn together in concentration as his fingers moved across the screen as if the problem would solve itself if he stared hard enough.
Men like Leon Harrington really didn’t know when to stop.
I sighed quietly as I rolled the small tea table in, the wheels barely making a sound against the floor. The porcelain cups clinked softly and the steam rising in gentle curls.
“What are you doing?” he asked as one of his eyebrow lifted.
“Saving you,” I replied li
