Chapter 143
“True,” Leo deflected hastily, “but for your own health, I’d suggest you not say that again. Would you like pictures of me instead?”
Colby, being defended, patted Jason’s arm in appreciation, rested his head on Jason’s shoulder, and murmured, “Thank you, Leo…”
“No offense,” said the man, “but you’re not the biggest news here.” Out from behind the camera, he had wavy short dark hair, a hint of dark stubble, skin somewhere between light brown and deep tan, and absolutely sinful long-lashed brown-gold eyes.
Leo blinked. No, that’d been a real thought. One his brain’d just had. About those eyes.
“The limo’s here,” Jill said. “We’re going. Come on, guys.”
The camera went up again, presumably in hopes of catching Jason Mirelli tenderly helping an intoxicated Colby Kent into a limousine.