She was a woman incapable of hiding her feelings. Annoyance, anger, ecstasy—it was all written right there on her face. She couldn’t hide her thoughts if she tried. For a man like Leo, who hid behind a mask every hour of the day, the sight was almost irresistible. A tug pulled at his gut, drawing him ever closer. He wanted her to open her eyes. He wanted to see something other than animosity written on her face when she looked at him. He wanted to make her laugh.
