Chapter 40

This girl's seriously something else. Broderick didn't say a word-he just got out of bed and opened the door. "Out." Leslie's response? Dive back into the bed. Only her face was peeking out. Those eyes were darting around, all shiny and full of mischief. There was a soft glow in her peach blossom eyes. "Ricky, don't kick me out, please... I had this horrible nightmare. It was super scary. I'm begging you." When she pouted like that, her eyes were so full of pleading that it reminded Broderick of a cat he used to own. That cat had the exact same look. People always say cats are aloof, but that one? Clung to him like Velcro. Broderick walked over, scooped her up along with the blankets, and carried her off to her room. He wrapped her up like a burrito and gently laid her down on her bed. Then he stood there, towering over her. His features were so perfectly sculpted they almost looked unreal. From Leslie's angle, he looked flawless. "Enough. Go to sleep. Goodnight." He turned and walked