Chapter 637

A drop of water slid down his chest. The definition of his abs was ridiculously sharp. But Leslie Cross wasn’t even looking. She sat at the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting on top, completely spaced out. Broderick Ackerley cleared his throat. Only then did Leslie snap out of it—just in time to take in a live-action “after shower” poster boy. Normally, she’d already be all over him. But this time, she barely glanced before looking away, clearly not in the mood. Broderick walked over, loosely draping his robe around himself and tying it low on the waist. His chest was still mostly bare, and yeah, the view was… a lot. He sat down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. “What’s on your mind?” His voice was low and a little husky, all warm and magnetic. “Feeling overwhelmed ‘cause of how nice they were to you?” Okay, he really knew her too well—one sentence, nailed it. Leslie gave a soft, honest nod. Broderick kissed her cheek, but that wasn’t enough—he t