"Take a cab home yourself."
Julian's eyes stayed on hers, flat and composed, nothing like the way he'd looked at Cassandra all night.
She'd expected it. It still hurt.
She turned to walk away, and he caught her arm from behind.
His grip was firmer than she'd expected, enough to sting a little. When he felt her tense against it, he eased off, just slightly.
"I just want to remind you, don't take your jealousy out on Cassandra. She's never going to be Mrs. Cross. That's not her place."
He got into the driver's seat before she could say a word back, leaving her standing there with her mouth half-open and nothing left to say.
Before the car pulled off, the window rolled down. Julian leaned out slightly.
"And don't go back to Crestview tonight. I won't be home."
The reminder was so poi
