The drive back to Meghan and Lloyd’s house had intensifying moments. Jullian could feel Grace’s eyes on him, her lips twitching with amusement.
“You’re thinking something,” he said, keeping his gaze on the road.
Grace tapped her nails against the dashboard. “Oh, just that for a man hell-bent on tracking a criminal, you look surprisingly attractive when you’re brooding.”
Jullian shot her a look. “You trying to distract me?”
“Me?” She gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. “I would never. That would be wildly inappropriate given the circumstances.”
He smirked. “And yet, here we are.”
She leaned closer, her perfume filling the space between them, her voice dropping. “I could be helpful, you know. If you need stress relief.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Grace...
