She looked up. He stood in the doorway, his tuxedo jacket discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked nothing like an engaged man and everything like the man she had lost.
As she swiped through the EPUB, Julian’s voice cut through the silence of the room.
Julian was a man straight out of Ralston’s prose: commanding, impossibly handsome, and devastatingly cold. Their marriage had been a whirlwind of passion and pride, ending as abruptly as a summer storm. But tonight, a legal technicality had brought her back to his territory.
"Kristel Ralston understands something you never did, Julian," she said, her voice steady despite the hammering of her heart. "That timing is everything. And our time ran out."