Chapter 158

Broderick finished his breakfast and left for work. Connor was driving, and he could clearly feel the dark cloud hanging over Broderick's head. Broderick had his tablet on his lap, but his gaze was fixed outside the window. After a long pause, he finally reached up and rubbed his temples. Marrying someone like Leslie almost felt like bringing home a ticking time bomb-headache central. The image of himself wrapped only in a towel with nothing underneath, getting completely seen by Leslie... yeah, that hit a nerve. ***** Leslie stepped out and realized it was still pretty early. Just past seven-where could she go? To school? No classes this morning. Her meeting with Elliott wasn't until ten, so she had plenty of time to kill. So she drove over to Olivia's place. Olivia was home too, since she didn't have any classes today either. She was upstairs, standing at her easel, completely lost in painting. Downstairs, Leslie let herself in like usual. "Uncle Jonathan, Aunt Nancy!" She greeted th