After we ran into each other again, Julian started appearing constantly on the fringes of my life.
He never forced his way into my home, and he never interfered with my work.
He simply showed up at public events as a business partner and waited for me after every one ended.
I turned him down three times in a row, but he acted as if he hadn't heard me.
The fourth time, he rented out an entire old restaurant just for the two of us.
My assistant had no idea what was really going on when she received the invitation. She assumed it was just a private meeting with an important client.
I pushed open the door and walked in.
Sitting on the table was a bowl of mushroom pasta.
It was exactly what I'd craved more than anything during the final moments of my previous life, yet I'd never gotten
