“Stop it.” “What?” “The smoldering.” He stops walking. “I don’t smolder you.” I turn to face him, and I just ask it. “Why not?” Leo holds my gaze. “I wish I knew.” Now, there’s only so long you can stand that close to Leo Vance and look into his eyes without melting into molten lava, so I say, “Well, stop smoldering the other unsuspecting middle-aged ladies around here. Come on.”
