Leon stood in the doorway like a statue struck by lightning.
His gaze moved slowly from Julian's bare chest to the arm wrapped around Chloe, and finally landed on her face, resting in the crook of Julian's shoulder.
She was sleeping deeply, her brows relaxed, the faintest curve at the corner of her lips. A relaxation he had never seen in 5 years of marriage.
"Who the hell are you?"
The words ground out of his throat, low and harsh, like sandpaper scraping iron.
Julian opened his eyes without hurry, meeting Leon's ice-cold pupils. He actually smiled. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled the blanket up over Chloe's shoulder, covering her exposed collarbone.
"Are you deaf or blind?" He kept his voice low, careful not to wake her. "You signed the divorce decree yourself. This house is Chloe's
