Julian’s hand dropped from my jaw so fast it was like he had never touched me at all. The heat that had been building between us evaporated.
“Play it,” he said to his assistant, his voice flat.
The man fumbled with his phone before turning the screen toward us. A local news crew had set up outside a downtown office building, a small crowd of reporters clustered around a podium where Josh stood in an expensive suit, looking far too composed for a man whose company had been quietly gutted over the last two months.
“Turn up the volume,” I said, my stomach already twisting.
“… and it’s become clear to me that my recent business difficulties were not the result of poor decisions on my part,” Josh was saying, his voice carrying that same wounded-but-noble tone he used whenever he wanted the
