JULIA POV
Spilling into the blinds of Julia’s apartment was the afternoon sun. It painted golden stripes across the living room rug which was still littered with toy dinosaurs. Julia had just finished tucking Jake into his nap when a knock rattled the door again.
Her heart leapt—half dread, half something else she couldn’t seem to place. Opening the door, she finds Andrew at her door, his jacket missing, his sleeves being rolled up again. He looked as if he had come back straight without thinking.
“You’re here,” she said, startled.
His jaw flexed. “I tried to stay away but I couldn’t.”
Julia swallowed. “Andrew—”
He held up a hand, eyes sharp but not unkind. “Just hear what I want to say and decide on what to do. Everything I said earlier I meant it all. I’m not going to miss another
