Chapter 63: Family

The way Beatrice looked at me sent my mind somewhere it shouldn't have gone. With everything between Leslie and me, making a move on Beatrice would have been out of line. Logic said one thing; her wounded gaze, laced with a teasing hint of allure, said another. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to turn her down. "Ahem, ahem!" I coughed lightly, hedging my answer. I didn't say yes or no-just, "Let's go home first. Leslie's waiting for us." "Okay. Okay," Beatrice nodded right away. We'd barely...