Back to the present...
Right there in Jules' living room, was Nolan. Standing in the middle of the room like he owned it.
She frowned and folded her arms tightly. "What the f**k are you doing in my house? You can't just walk in here like you contributed to its construction." Jules said. "Shouldn't you be home nursing your fiancée's wrist?"
Nolan stepped closer, eyes locked on hers. Calm, unreadable. "So you really did break her wrist."
Jules scoffed and turned away. "Of course you'll take her side."
But he pulled her back, staring her in her eyes. "You're becoming violent, Jules." His tone was soft-almost caring, but it only made her angrier. Or was it something else crawling under her skin?
Then his gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, like he'd suddenly developed x-ray vision.
Jules
