8
Claire.
I didn’t want to come here. Not again, not like this.
But I did, and he knew I would.
The hallway outside his study was dim, the lamps casting long shadows against the polished wood floors. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, heart thudding, nerves frayed. I’d knocked once. He hadn’t answered.
He didn’t need to since he knew I’d wait.
The door creaked open a minute later. Julian filled the frame, his face unreadable.
“You came,” he said.
“I shouldn’t have.”
“Probably not.” He stepped aside. “But you did.”
I walked past him, ignoring the chill in my spine. The study smelled like leather and cedar.
Julian closed the door, locking it behind us.
“I didn’t come for s*x,” I said.
“Then why did you come?”
I turned to face him. “Because I’m losing my mind.”
He didn
