chapter 10

He's a lady killer too. I guess it is genetic.

"Yes, it is." I hold the bag out toward him. "I hope you like it. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got you a few things."

Leo takes the bag from me, heavy and unwieldy enough that it's hard for him to keep up off the ground. "Thank you. Can I open it?"

"I think that's up to your mother," I say and give her the same batting of the eyelashes.

Isabella's distance melts and she laughs. "Oh God, I'm –" Totally fucked, I bet is what she'd like to say. "Of course, sweetie, let's go sit down."

What follows is almost as good as Christmas. Leo takes out each gift with an open-mouthed smile, looking to his mom in shock, then to me like I'm...

I won't cry.

Once the last present is out of the bag, Leo stacks up his haul on the coffee table in perfect order, making sure all the corners are squared. He lets out a satisfied sigh and then says, "Wow. I didn't expect this."

My mouth quirks to the side.

"That was far too generous, Rex," Isabella says.

"Ah