“I understand you don’t need me to take care of you,” he said quietly. “But it is my pleasure to do so.” Tem nodded, her throat suddenly tight. She knew Leo liked to take care of her. She remembered how he’d paid for her drinks at the Horseman—how he always made sure she had enough to eat. Such gestures were how he built trust between them. But it only worked when Tem let him do it, and nothing could be more difficult.
