CLAIRE.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

Julian’s voice hits me the second I step into the hallway. Steam still clings to my skin. The towel I grabbed is the smallest one in the bathroom, barely covering my breasts and the tops of my thighs. I freeze. He is supposed to be across town at the lawyer’s office finalizing the last of his father’s estate. Instead he stands three feet away, bare chest still damp, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, dark eyes locked on me like he has been waiting for this exact moment.

I force my chin up. “This is still my house too. The will...