Julian leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the low glass table like it might give him answers.
“This is different,” he muttered. “Lexi’s… she’s not like anyone I’ve met.”
“Right.”
Julian’s eyes flicked to him. “It is complicated.”
Mark raised a brow. “You mean you were an ass, and she got tired of your games?”
Julian didn’t respond. Instead, he looked at his phone again.
She wasn’t going to come.
He leaned back in the chair with a frustrated sigh, his fingers tightening around the glass.
“I told her to come by nine,” he said quietly.
“And she said no,” Mark replied, not unkindly. “What’s going on between you two anyway?”
Julian hesitated. He wanted to tell Mark. But he couldn’t.
Not about Emma.
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