Violet quietly rolled the car window back up. The air inside grew heavier—Julian was clearly pissed. Maybe it was her unexpected appearance tonight that had set him off.
“Alright. I’m sorry. Today was my last shift, I promise nothing like this will ever happen again.” She meant it, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting back down to the watch on her wrist.
Julian thought about how his i***t friends had been eyeing her earlier, treating her like some toy to mess with. The thought alone felt like a weight pressing on his chest. For a second, he even wanted to tell the whole room she was his wife—just so those greedy stares would back the hell off.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. That impulse felt foreign. He’d never once publicly claimed any girlfriend before. Usually, when people guessed
