Julian Mackenzie's POV
The silence inside the car had become a minefield.
"What are you going to say to her?" asked the damned voice that wouldn't stop in my head, an annoying echo that had been circling ever since I saw her open the door to her suite. But it was true. I didn't know exactly what to say. What phrase could encapsulate what happened at the restaurant?
If I told her that her dress had impressed me to the point where my imagination had wandered beneath the fabric of her skirt, exploring every inch of her legs, I would sound like the pervert my family thinks I am.
If I confessed that the tenderness with which she had treated Alina had completely disarmed me, I would scare her away with an intensity I didn't even understand. And if, in a moment of weakness, I admitted tha
