Leo stiffened. His face remained unreadable, but his eyes glinted with something cold.Amelia breathed hard. “Ever since we arrived at Spring Hills, you’ve been acting like you precede me. Like you control me. I don’t like it.”He took a breath. “If protecting your time and trying to save you from your father’s wrath is controlling, then I apologize, Ms. Amelia.”Her expression softened a bit. She looked away, feeling the weight of her earlier tone. Her voice dropped. “Maybe I crossed the line.”Leo looked up.She rubbed her arm. “There’s just something about that guy I can’t place. I don’t know, Leo… he feels oddly familiar.”Leo frowned, stepping closer. “Familiar? How?”She shook her head. “I don’t know. But when the manager yelled at the receptionist… he said the man was their boss’s special guest.”“So?” Leo dismissed. “He’s just someone lucky enough to know Sir Gregory. That doesn’t make him important.”Amelia sighed and pressed two fingers to her temple. “Maybe you’re right. Bu