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Leandra gasps dramatically.

“Ah, well, how tragic for you.”

I snort.

“Oh my God, I sound silly. But he's ridiculous!”

“Mm-hmm. Do tell.”

“He growls at people.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“He acts possessive.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“He practically moved into my condo without asking.”

“Mm-hmm. Sounds good so far, what’s the problem?”

I narrow my eyes.

“Whose side are you on?”

She grins.

“I am on the side of romance and true love, of course.”

I groan.

“Traitor.”

“Sweetheart, I've been married for ten years. Trust me, possessive men aren't the problem.”

I blink.

“They aren't?”

“No.”

She points at the camera.

“Disrespectful men are a problem.”

Then she starts pointing to her fingers—like she’s making a list.

“Cruel men are a problem. Men who don't listen are a problem. Men who make you feel small are a problem.”

I swallow.

Because Less does none of those things.

“Yeah, but⁠—”

“Hot bodyguards who want to protect you? Not a problem. And really? That man worships the ground you walk on, Amanda.”

My cheeks turn pink.