Evelyn's POV
He was standing at the edge of the dock.
A white boat was moored behind him—so spotless it almost looked fake, like one of those display yachts people pose in front of for lifestyle magazines. The kind that whispers money without ever needing to raise its voice.
Julian wasn’t wearing a jacket. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Compared to how he’d looked in the conference hall earlier, he seemed different out here...more relaxed, which probably still ranks somewhere between “calm assassin” and “CEO at a board meeting.”
He was talking to a woman.
And she was beautiful, wore a pale yellow casual suit that caught the two-o’clock sunlight perfectly, the color soft and warm, like an elegant tulip blooming in slow motion. Her hair moved lightly in the breeze, and the e
