I remember something about being messy and sexed up.” I let him draw closer, his nose just barely nudging mine. “Perhaps we should get your memory checked. I don’t think that’s what I said.” “I’m not the one who needs to worry about my memory,” Leo teased back, brushing a finger across the lines in the corner of my eyes. “How old are you now? Eighty-somethin’? Practically senile, don’t you think? Should probably just trust me on this one.”
