There was a sudden splash—water spilling everywhere as Julian rose from the hot tub in one smooth motion.
“Hey! What the hell, man? I was mid-sentence!” Felix called after him.
Julian didn’t respond. He stubbed out his cigarette, took the towel handed to him, and wiped himself off in quick, efficient strokes. Droplets trailed down the lines of his abdomen before he pulled on a robe and strode straight toward Violet.
Passing Lydia without a glance, he stopped right in front of Violet. His eyes flicked down—first to her collarbone, then the curve of her waist.
His throat went dry. The heat behind his gaze lingered only for a second before he forced it away. Reaching forward, he drew her robe closed around her.
Then his arm slid around her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through t
