Chapter 230

Anna was still brainstorming how exactly she should act when she saw Julian. She could play it petty and just pretend she didn't know him, taking cues from how that guy had just treated her. Or she could go the sarcastic route, throw out a few cheeky lines with a smile. The mental image of Julian's face turning dark with irritation brought her actual joy—she could almost see it already. But then she noticed the hand stretched out in front of her. It wasn't his. Julian's hands were pretty much perfect—long fingers, defined knuckles, like something carved by a sculptor. Every time Anna saw them, she had to resist the bizarre urge to bite one, which always made Julian chuckle. But the hand in front of her now, though clean and nicely shaped, didn't quite match up. Close, but not it. Anna's heart dipped a little. She let out a dry laugh at her own thoughts, didn't take the offered hand, and pushed herself up. As she brushed the snow and mud off her coat, she casually thanked the guy. Hones