Third person pov
Rowan stood up to excuse himself. Julian followed him halfway to the exit, clearly unwillingto let the matter drop, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and poorly disguised excitement.
“Hold on,” Julian said, reaching out to catch Rowan’s sleeve. “You can’t just drop something like that and walk away.”
Rowan stopped, turned slightly, and gave him a flat look. “I can. I just did.” He shrugged .
“You expect me to believe you suddenly have a girlfriend and not ask questions?” Julian scoffed.
“That sounds like a you problem,” Rowan replied calmly.
Julian stared at him, incredulous. “Rowan Hayes. Alpha of the Hayes Pack. Man who once told me emotional entanglements were inefficient distractions. You?” He gestured vaguely at Rowan’s chest. “Dati
