JULIA POV
After dinner, the evening stretched quiet. Julia moved about the kitchen, she loaded dishes into the sink. Drying plates was Andrew, the picture felt domestic which was almost surreal.
Julia caught herself staring, then shook her head. “There is really no need for you to do that.”
Andrew smirked faintly. “I know there isn’t but I really want to do this.”
She frowned. “Since when do you feel the need to wash dishes?”
“Since now,” he replied, shrugging as he handed her a towel. “With the way you are behaving, one would think I’ve never touched a sponge in my life?”
“Yes,” Julia said flatly.
He chuckled, low and warm. “That’s fair enough. But here I am trying to learn.”
Julia rolled her eyes, but there was something disarming about the sight of Andrew Kane—powerful, intimida
