TWO DAYS LATER, THEY were having dinner when Julian hit her with one out of left field.
“I’d love to see you again when we’re both back in New York.”
Samara choked on the water she was drinking, then placed the glass quickly down, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.
“Um, okay. That’s a little unexpected.” Especially since he’d cancelled on her last night, both dinner and their nightly love making session. She’d assumed they were done early, so this was certainly news to her.
A tugging worry wove around her chest and she fought the need to ask him a thousand questions all at once. Didn’t he understand that their lives would never work once they were back in the big apple?
When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Julian’s furrowed brow and worried words surprised her. Did he
