Chapter 17
The silence of the mansion was finally broken by the heavy thud of the front door and the casual, confident stride of Leo, the only person who dared to enter without being announced. Leo breezed into the bedroom, looking every bit the carefree bachelor in a tailored linen shirt, only to stop dead at the sight of Evan still buried under the duvet.
“Who died?” Leo asked, leaning against the bedpost with a smirk. “I thought we were hitting the club for lunch. The guys are already at The Ivy, and I’m pretty sure Julian is about to start a tab that’ll require a small loan to pay off.”
Evan didn't move. “Not in the mood, Leo,” his muffled voice came from beyond the duvet.
“Not in the mood? You’re the life of the party, the ‘Acquisition King,’” Leo joked, unknowingly twisting the k
