Jullian let out a slow breath as he eased onto the couch in the Jones residence, his side still aching but far more tolerable than it had been a few days ago.
The house was warm, inviting, and smelled faintly of Michelle’s lavender scented candles. A stark contrast to the sterile, too-white hospital he had just left behind.
“Comfortable?” Grace asked, arms crossed as she eyed him.
Jullian smirked. “Not bad. But I think I need a little extra care, perhaps a pillow under my back, or better yet, a personal nurse to attend to my every whim.”
Grace scoffed, walking past him toward the kitchen. “In your dreams, Hemmingway.”
He let his head fall back against the cushion, watching her move. “Oh, cupcake, you’re in my dreams already.”
She paused just long enough to shoot him a glare before d
