“You scrape it in, just like this.” I watch as Willow scrapes the last of the mixture into the bowl. “That’s it.” I smile. “Now pop it in the oven.”
Willow has developed a taste for being in the kitchen and I’m trying to do it with her as much as I can. Sammy is sitting on the bench watching us and Lady Gaga’s Poker Face is blaring through the house. It’s starting to turn dark outside, and dinner is in the oven.
I feel him before I see him.
I turn to find Julian standing in the doorway watching us. He's wearing a navy suit and holding his briefcase down by his side. I've never seen a man looking so damn divine. His big, brown eyes hold mine, and he gives me the best come f**k me look I have ever seen.
“Hey.” I smile.
“Hello,” he replies, his eyes smouldering, making my s*x clench in a
