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“The poor guy who had to fake a relationship?”

“Yes. Will. He’s a writer, too. Science fiction.”

Julian comes over to the table and sets a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me.

“Dig in,” he says.

I put a forkful of scrambled eggs cooked in bacon grease into my mouth and groan. “This is really good. You know, if the whole CEO thing doesn’t work out, you could be a chef.”

“Good Lord,” he mutters. “I’m not sure I can be in your presence while you eat.”

“What? Are my manners that awful? Am I chewing with my mouth open?”

“You sound like you’re having a sexual awakening.”

I stare at Julian. There’s something intense about him, telling me that he never does anything in half measures. And, God, the muscles that are barely contained by his T-shirt...

I could easily have a sexual awakening with him.

Not happening,I tell my body. I can’t afford to get attached, especially to someone who’s admitted he doesn’t get emotionally invested in relationships.

Definitely not happening.

I have a feeling I’ll be telling myself that a lot over the next two weeks.

Chapter 9

Julian

First I had to listento Courtney eat bacon as though she’d never tasted bacon before in her life, and now I have to listen to her shower.

She sings in the shower.

I have no idea what she’s singing, and her voice is nothing special, but I find it cute nonetheless.

We’re in her apartment. I’m sitting in the kitchen, drumming my fingers on the table as I wait for her to get ready and pack up. Then we’re going to send the suitcase back with my driver and set out to do... I have no idea what. She’s in charge and she still hasn’t told me what we’re doing today, which makes me a little uneasy. I don’t like not knowing what the plans are, but I have entrusted Courtney to fill today with fun things and promised to “go with the flow,” even if I nearly gagged as I said those words.