He was aware of Sam’s grin, as he bounced over to claim one of the stools behind the sofa.
He also leaned down—not touching—and said, to Colby, “Pirates, highwaymen, or dashing gentlemen smugglers?”
“Good heavens.” Colby considered this question seriously, head tipped back to look up at Leo. He did look tired, despite camera-friendly makeup; but his eyes lit up. “Some of them might be one and the same, of course. Possibly pirates; I like ships and freedom and the history of finding a mate. Though there is something decidedly romantic about highwaymen. Assuming they’re the chivalric sort and they’d let me go.”
“Well, they might kidnap you,” Leo pointed out. “You’re adorable. Or at least they’d steal a kiss. How do you feel about kissing highwaymen?”
Jason rumbled, not seriously but play
