Chapter 70: Going Home

When I said that, Leslie didn't overthink it. She just sprawled out on the bed with her hips tilted up, lazy as a cat, trying to keep the "good stuff" inside for as long as possible. She tugged a light comforter over herself and asked, "What's up?" "I think Sergio Willis was eavesdropping outside the door," I blurted. Leslie didn't panic. Instead, a flash of anger crossed her face. "If he wants to listen, let him." … This silly girl. How could she not see what was at stake? Anxiety pricked...