“Mhmm.” I wag my eyebrows at her. “I notice you didn’t invite Leif to join us for dinner.”
“He disappeared before I could,” she insists innocently, spinning around on her bar stool so she can watch Leonty pace across the porch, talking to someone on the phone.
We end up ordering Chinese and congregating around the coffee table.
Leonty is just as charming as he looks. Although he certainly doesn’t have to try too hard where Mila is concerned. She laughs at all his jokes, even the subpar ones. And when I grab everyone’s plates and slip off to the kitchen, neither one seems to notice I’m gone.
I wash up quietly, observing them the whole time. There’s undeniable chemistry in their banter, an easy back-and-forth that leaves me feeling hollow.
Will I ever get to experience that with somebod
