Leslie froze for a split second, slowly turning around-only to see Broderick stepping out of the car.
He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black slacks, every button done up to the top. The whole look screamed tidy and untouchable.
At that moment, Leslie was surrounded by a group of guys, the center of attention like some celebrity.
Something about it irked Broderick more than he'd like to admit, though he brushed the feeling aside right away.
Watching Leslie laugh and glow like that, Broderick couldn't help but wonder: did she really mean it when she said she liked him?
She seemed pretty happy with the others too.
Across the crowd, Miles spotted his older brother and stiffened. "Broderick," he called out.
Broderick didn't even glance at Miles. His eyes were fixed
