The car pulled up in front of a pharmacy, and Broderick got out to grab some meds.
Leslie rolled down the window and leaned out, resting her head on her hand with a slight tilt, eyes following Broderick closely. She couldn't look away from him.
Inside, Broderick was chatting with the shop assistant, who looked completely smitten-her face flushed and eyes glued to him.
At first, Leslie was smiling as she watched, but her expression slowly shifted. That sudden rush of possessiveness even startled her.
There was a strong, almost obsessive need bubbling up inside-she wanted to just steal him away, out of everyone's sight.
Before her mind even caught up, she'd already opened the car door and stepped out.
The driver quickly called after her, "Ma'am!"
But Leslie didn't even
