Worry knotted her stomach. Tagging along to a family wedding seemed entirely too personal even if the purpose was solely business. Not to mention it was hard enough to battle her attraction for him in a business setting. But something as intimate as a wedding?

“How long would we be…..away?” she asked.

The question came out more as a squeak than a concise, professional query. She sounded like a scared little girl facing the big bad wolf. Oh, but Julian made such a yummy wolf.

It was all she could do not to put her head on the table and bang a few times. Focus, Nina focus.

“We’d fly out...