“What the hell?” a voice said. Grant stopped the kiss, but stayed put and shut his eyes while shaking his head. “Shut the door, Leo.” “Who’s the girl?” “Leo!” he raised his voice. “Shut the door. We’ll be right out.” I looked around Grant at a boy who seemed no more than eleven or twelve. He waved, flaunting an ear-to-ear grin. “She’s too pretty for your ugly ass.”
