Broderick let out a dry cough, grabbed his tea and downed several gulps in a row. Only then did he manage to suppress the sudden heat that surged up inside him.
What the hell was that?
Just thinking about Leslie could make him react like that? Seriously?
He quickly dialed Alfred's number. The old man sounded surprised when he picked up: "Sir?"
Broderick never really called home during office hours.
But Alfred caught on fast. If Broderick was calling now, it had to be about Leslie, right?
They're married now, after all. No way Broderick didn't have her on his mind.
"Sir, are you asking about the young madam? She drove out in a sports car earlier, didn't say where she was going, and mentioned she wouldn't be back for lunch. Oh, and just now she called again to say she
