On Saturday morning, Rafi pulled up in front of Julian’s apartment building, texted Julian to come down, and turned to Amber in the passenger seat. “You’re in my boyfriend’s spot.”
“Seriously?” Amber grumbled under her breath, slamming doors as she slid into the back. “What happened to the bro code?”
“Think of it this way. Do you really want your back to Julian?”
“Point.”
The door to the building was already opening. Out came Julian, resplendent in something with lots of ruffles and laces, a prop sword (at least he assumed it was a prop), and most eye-catchingly, a big feathery cavalier hat.
Well, no. The hat was eye-catching, but the way the buckskin breeches hugged his backside and thighs was even more amazing.
Behind him, Christian was dressed in a gauzy white tunic and monarch bu
