“Didn’t you tell them who you were when you called?” I whisper to him.

“Hell, no.” He frowns down at me and offers Melody a hand to shake. “Thanks for meeting us.”

“Holy shit, you’re Leo Nash!” She exclaims and almost falls down the front steps. I turn my back to her so she can’t see the hilarity written on my face.

“Guilty,” Leo offers her a charming smile. “Nice to meet you.”

I school my features and turn back around to see Melody’s mouth opening and closing like a fish, her eyes wide and pinned to Leo, completely struck dumb.

“Oh for the love of... Melody?” I wave my hand before her face, catching her attention. “Hi. I’m Sam. We’d love to see the house.”

“Oh, of course.” Her hands are shaking as she consults her phone for the code to the door and leads us inside.

I turn back to Leo and mock the fan-girl, holding my hands over my mouth like I’m shocked to meet him, and he narrows his eyes at me and whispers, “Be nice.”

“This is hilarious,” I mutter just as Melody turns back to us.

“So, this is the house, of course. It’s really nice. It has a state-of-the-art kitchen, a sun-room, a hot-tub.” Her eyes wander down Leo’s body to his hips and then she coughs and turns away.

“It’s the stars,” I mutter to him, earning another glare.

“I just have to tell you,” Melody says in a rush, turning to face Leo, “I am such a huge fan. I have all your albums, even the really old ones.”

More laughter from me. The really old ones are roughly four years old. Of course, she would have been in high school.

“Uh, thanks,” Leo mutters, clearly uncomfortable and looks around for a means of escape.

“What is so funny?” Melody asks me, her hands propped on her round hips. She really is cute.

“Absolutely nothing. Nash is great,” I agree with her and smile up at Leo who continues to glare at me.

“You know what, Melody, I think we’ll just look around on our own, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh.” She pouts and glares at me before turning big hazel eyes on Leo in what I’m sure she thinks is her flirty look. “Are you sure? I don’t mind showing you around.”

“I’m sure, thanks.” Leo grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. “You are not helping,” he growls.

“I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious, and your own fault.”

“My fault?” He asks incredulously.

“Well, yeah. One, you should have told the agency who you are so they could send someone more appropriate, and two, you’re the one who always walks around shirtless in all your videos and photo shoots. I know for a fact she wants to lick your stars.”

“Shut up,” he mutters and pulls me down a hallway, looking in each of the rooms.

“You can’t get tattoos on your sexy V, the one spot on a man’s body that makes a woman sit up and beg, and not expect to get attention.” I inform him smugly and giggle some more when he continues to glare at me.

As we pass the top of the staircase on our way to what I assume is the master suite, we hear Melody’s voice downstairs.

“You will not believe who I’m showing a house to right now! Leo freaking Nash! I’m not lying. No, he’s wearing a shirt.”

I bust out laughing some more as Leo growls and pulls me into the master bedroom. “Told you.”

“I just wanted to look at some houses,” he mutters and wanders around the large, empty space.

“I think you should have your assistant call the agencies from now on.”

“Probably. Do you like this room?” He asks me.

“It’s big.” I wander to the window and look out at the Sound, the water reflecting the mid-afternoon sunshine. “The view is great.”

“Yeah, I like the view too.”

“The floors aren’t giving my feet frostbite, and the walls are a light mocha color, which is warm and nice.”

“You’re wearing shoes,” he reminds me with a grin.

“Your floors in Malibu would still give me frostbite through my shoes.”

“Smart ass.” He grins and opens a door to an enormous walk-in closet with built-ins for shoes and bags, and even a center island for other accessories.

“I might have just died and gone to heaven,” I breathe, feeling my eyes widen and my heartbeat increase. “This is just… Oh my God.”

“Closet is a yes.” Leo laughs.

“This is your house,” I remind him and consciously make my face go blank. “Not mine.”

“Yet.”

“Not mine,” I repeat and shake my head.

“Okay, let’s just say there’s space in here for you to have a drawer of your very own for when you stay over.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Yes. Let’s look at the bathroom.”

The bathroom is even better. “I could swim in that tub,” I mutter and wander through the space. The shower is the size of Manhattan. We could host parties in there. Full concerts.

Oh my God, the sex we could have in that shower.

“Are you okay?” Leo asks, his voice light and full of laughter.

“Yep,” I respond and trail my hand over the light granite countertop. There are two sinks, roughly four feet apart, with a plethora of counter space and drawers beneath. I turn around and lean against the granite, watching Leo across the room. “I think I want to lick your stars too,” I murmur and look him up and down.