Chapter 24 He Might Be The Perfect Choice

Rosalie tossed and turned all night. At some point, she slipped into a ridiculous dream where Julian had her pinned to the mattress with that wicked smile and almost... She jolted awake to full daylight. On her drive to work, a familiar figure by the roadside nearly made her step on the wrong pedal. Julian, in a black tee and work pants, was jogging along the road, sweat dampening his hairline and tracing the lines of muscle beneath his workout top. The sight brought back last night's scenes that turned her cheeks red, especially the part where... A blaring horn snapped her out of it. She yanked the wheel, tires bumping the edge of the median before she corrected and shot forward. In the rearview, Julian shrank to a speck, still running at an easy, steady pace. Was he running to work? Rosalie frowned. Did he not even own a car? And yet, he had handed her his bank card without a second thought. Something about that sat wrong with her. Fine. He was her husband on paper, and he