Chapter 3 - Meeting Little Leo Again Today
The cavernous marble foyer smelled of polished mahogany, expensive cigars, and the faint, sweet scent of lingering baby powder.
Before I could catch my breath, a tiny pair of arms wrapped frantically around my knees, nearly sending me tumbling backward.
I looked down to see little Leo staring up at me with large, tear-rimmed hazel eyes that mirrored the absolute panic of the restaurant.
Without thinking, I dropped to my knees on the cold marble floor, pulling the little boy into a warm, protective embrace.
“You came back,” Leo whispered against my shoulder, his small fingers clutching the fabric of my cheap cotton sweater.
“I told you I would,” I murmured softly, resting my chin against his dark curls while feeling a sudden, strange ache in my chest.
Standing above us, Ricardo watched the exchange with an expression that was entirely unreadable in the dim, opulent hallway lighting.
“He hasn’t stopped asking about the milk girl since we left Manhattan,” the head housekeeper muttered quietly from the shadows.
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Ricardo stepped closer, his dark gaze lingering on my face before he reached down to gently lift his son into his arms.
“Get her settled in the east wing, Mrs. Gable,” Ricardo instructed the housekeeper. “And make sure she has everything she needs.”
