Julian stepped into the brand-new hookah lounge, let his eyes adjust, and scanned the crowd. Spotting Felix across the room, he pushed through a couple of tables. “Not bad, kid. Place looks solid.”
Felix clasped his hand and bumped his shoulder. “Thanks. But aren’t you forgetting something?”
Julian waved him off. “If you mean that thing you wanted—next time, I’ll get it for you.”
“Not that. I meant… where’s your wife?”
Julian blinked, caught off guard for half a second—then he saw Lydia’s head pop up from behind the bar. “Told him, what’s the big deal? Felix’s practically family.”
Julian arched a brow. “Well, guess it’s out now.”
Felix jabbed him lightly in the shoulder. “The hell, man? What’s with the secrecy? Too pretty to share, is that it? Even with me?”
Lydia’s eyes lingered on
