So Leo did what any lovesick fool would do: he researched.
And that, he decided, was worth more than a thousand stolen kisses under the wisteria.
“You helped me find my mother,” she said. “Even though you didn’t know that’s what you were doing.”
A soft rustle. A click. The warm glow of a lantern.
His stepmother, Celeste, was a formidable woman who collected antique porcelain and second husbands. She’d married Leo’s father for his money, and Leo was certain she tolerated him only as a footnote in the will. If Celeste caught him so much as looking at her gardener, she’d have Mara transferred to the Arizona property within the week.
Leo knelt at the edge. The soil was dark, clay-heavy, and in the beam of her lamp, something glinted. Not bone. Not treasure.
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So Leo did what any lovesick fool would do: he researched.
And that, he decided, was worth more than a thousand stolen kisses under the wisteria.
“You helped me find my mother,” she said. “Even though you didn’t know that’s what you were doing.”
A soft rustle. A click. The warm glow of a lantern.
His stepmother, Celeste, was a formidable woman who collected antique porcelain and second husbands. She’d married Leo’s father for his money, and Leo was certain she tolerated him only as a footnote in the will. If Celeste caught him so much as looking at her gardener, she’d have Mara transferred to the Arizona property within the week.
Leo knelt at the edge. The soil was dark, clay-heavy, and in the beam of her lamp, something glinted. Not bone. Not treasure.
