Ryley tilted his head, lips curving with that tender smile that was equal parts warmth and razor. "I'd love to," he said lightly, then let the pause drag just enough to sting. "But… I don't think I should be trying anything new in a murder scene. Sorry—I mean…"
Leo's lips twitched, half amusement, half warning, as he leaned in closer. "Don't worry. I've got myself a new place—and plenty more to share. We won't be going back to the one tainted by that petty prank scandal."
The blond's lashes fluttered as though he were the one ensnared, yet his words dripped like honey over poison.
"Okay. I'll come," he whispered, his smile curling. Then he turned toward Jade, his voice deceptively soft. "Can you take my car back with you?"
Leo stiffened. That single request rattled him again, though he quickly smothered the spark of suspicion with a grin.
