Julian’s POV
Seeing Chase outside the door made doubts creep into my mind.
What was he doing here? How did he know were Amber lived? Did he often come over?
Were he and Amber really having an affair after all?
No. I couldn’t believe that. I had to keep remembering how Amber had pushed Chase away, and how, though they had seen each other at the clinic since then, Amber had continued to treat Chase with professional friendliness rather than any romanticism.
Chase seemed just as surprised to find me at the door. He cleared his throat. “Is… uh… Amber there?”
“She’s on the phone,” I told him.
“Oh…”
“I could pass on a message,” I offered, eager to know just what the hell he was doing here.
He didn’t seem overly happy about this, lowering his gaze for a moment and frowning, as if to him
