I'd bolted from him yesterday on the subway because I'd been afraid of all these new feelings. Now...all I wanted was to embrace everything. Life was short and unpredictable—I’d learned that the day Mom died—and I couldn't let this moment pass without taking everything I wanted from it.Being as calm as possible, given the circumstances, I marched up the steps toward Leo's front door. I didn't bother knocking and let myself inside. Most of the lights were off and everything was eerily quiet. I set my purse and keys down, ignoring my sporadic heartbeat, and ventured deeper into his house. Déjà vu played weird tricks on my mind, and I recalled that night as a kid when I'd snuck over here with that tiny clover clutched in my hand.I found Leo in the den just off the foyer. The den was one of those fancy rooms that rich people had just because. It served no real purpose other than to show off priceless junk. Leo was fast asleep, curled up in the most uncomfortable position on the most uncomfortable-looking floral couch.
