When Leo came back home, Bella was still curled up on the couch, the glow of the television flickering across her face
"Bella," his voice was low, almost growling, "I told you—gluing your eyes to that screen isn't good." His gray eyes narrowed, the frown on his face deepening. He hated the thought of her delicate doe eyes straining over flashing lights and cheap drama.
Bella's eyes widened, her lips parting. She hadn't even realized he was back. For a second, her heart skipped. She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him she wasn't ready for bed, but truthfully… sleep hadn't come easy tonight. Her chest was tight with nerves over his grandmother's arrival, and worse, the constant fear of being caught sneaking around with her own secret project burned at the back of her mind.
