Harper’s POV
I am completely distracted through the rest of my working lunch with Julian.
Every time I try to focus on his charming banter, my eyes betray me, darting back to the shadowed booth across the restaurant where Max is doing a terrible job of pretending to read a menu. My blood boils a little hotter with every passing minute. Cade’s suffocating, paranoid spying is entirely consuming my thoughts, which unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting across from me.
“...And after I murdered her with a rusty hatchet, I sent her to her watery grave in the Pacific Ocean,” Julian says smoothly, taking a casual sip of his wine.
I nod along automatically, my eyes still glaring at the back of Max’s head.
Julian sets his crystal glass down with a sharp clink. “Miss Sinclair?”
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