The exaggerated petulance in her speech was reminiscent of a jealous lover seeking attention. Leon arched an eyebrow at her abrupt change in attitude. He put his hands on the table and ensnared her in his arms, grinning slowly as he did so.

She could feel his breath on her skin since their faces were so near.

"Want money?" he whispered to her. "Or are you actually jealous?"

The answer was already known to him. Their mouths were inches apart as Remi wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips curving.

Leon’s eyes darkened as his throat bobbed. He had never been one to hold back when it came to...